Mission Mission

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After three months at sea, American Tripps returns to the Secret Alley, with a party rendered EXTRA-TRIPPY by DJ JustStella‘s far-out collection of psychedelic rock ‘n’ roll. Do NOT eat the brown acid, people.

RSVP and invite your friends!

To mark this joyous occasion, our pal Cody Frost is printing up a limited edition of high-quality hand-screened posters, seen below, which will hopefully be for sale onsite for a modest price:

They were just right out in the lane, following some bros on the sidewalk, for a full block at least. Dumb.

Also, how dumb is it that “film crews” nowadays just have a DSLR on a gigantic mount? I want a film crew to look like a film crew:

http://youtu.be/ruei3y9O1BI?t=42s

Illustrator Wendy MacNaughton talked to some Mission bartenders about what it’s like being a Mission bartender, and then produced a lovely feature complete with sketches, portraits, graphs, charts and more. Read it.

[via Mission Local]

When Cranky Old Mission Guy isn’t busy telling you damned kids to get off his stoop, he’s cooking up the latest in culinary cross-cultural fusion. Exhibit A: the Pizza-dilla:

Take a-holt of an even number of left-over slices of pizza. On half of them, spread evenly whatever left-over junk you have in your fridge. Turn the undecorated slices over, face-down, on the decorated slices. BURN THEM. Then flip and burn other side.

Bravo! Now wait as a food truck named Doña Corleone posts up in McCoppin Hub and charges $8 for one.

[via COMG]

[via Hampshire House and Lindsey]

[via Fashionist]

So I went to paste in “The End,” but it’s really more of a “Riders on the Storm” morning, right?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DKbPUzhWeeI

Recursive at Community Thrift.

What a perfectly named venue for the Mission’s biggest cold wave/minimal wave/synth wave dance night, Warm Leatherette. Happening tonight at SUB-Mission aka the old El Balazo Gallery on Mission & 18th, djs Riegler, Justin, Jason P, Dreamweapon and Nihar promise to “play the dancier side of MINIMAL ELEKTRONICS, DARK WAVE, SYNTH PUNK and other cold and distant sounds that cause uncontrollable dance contortions.”

Most tunes were released around the years ’82 – ’86 from places like Belgium and the Netherlands, and sound sort of like this:

Party starts at 10 p.m. and admission is only $5. Staff is strict so good luck sneaking in a flask or talking your way in if you’ve forgotten your ID. Fortunately most drinks are pretty cheap since it is a bare bones punk venue.