Mission Mission

Well this dude kind of looks like a square, but apparently he’s not, because he’s about to get nasty at Oldies Night tonight at the Knockout. He is mayoral hopeful John Avalos and he’s been invited to guest DJ at tonight’s party. The Examiner, our local newspaper of record, delivers some choice copy on the matter:

Avalos is making a special guest apperance [sick!] at a popular Mission party dubbed Oldies Night and rumor has it the District 11 supervisor will be playing some choice dance jams for the masses.

Described as a “rad nasty dance party,” Oldies Night is regularly attended by the 21- to 35-year-old sect, of the hipster variety. [link]

Rad nasty! The only problem is that Avalos’ headshot, while handsome, isn’t quite as handsome as the usual Oldies Night posters.

RSVP and invite your friends here.

Angry pig, begone!

and here it is deskewed:

The band is called Appetite, they’re playing for free at Potrero del Sol this Saturday as part of Phono del Sol, and you can watch the video in its entirety right here:

[via The Bay Bridged]

Scott Soriano’s Crud Crud today takes a look back at an early-’80s San Francisco band called Harvey:

Harvey were a San Francisco band made up of the three Harvey brothers – Doni, Regi, and Chris. They were responsible for on 45 and one 12″ ep. Both are solid records – Blue Oyster Cult/Thin Lizzy-influenced hard rock, with punk energy and compactness. Listen to this song and guess why no major label took a chance on them: Three brothers with a great hard rock sound. Now consider this: The Harvey brothers are Black and being a Black rock & roll band in the 1980s was considered marketable. Was this an example of racism in the music industry? Perhaps a bit, but remember, Arista took a chance on the Bus Boys and, despite heavy marketing and a lot of media, they never really took off. The industry figured, they tried and people weren’t ready. And, to be fair, they were probably right. Black rock & roll bands were so uncommon – in the mainstream – that they weren’t a novelty; they were a rarity. And outside of a few major cities, it was rare to see African Americans at rock concert, as fans.

Read on for more history and a free mp3.

Reader Tofu Puppy snapped this picture in the ladies room at Club Waziema. Shocking, right?

Meesha had a fun run-in while waiting for a bus yesterday:

• Heroin Guy: You taking the bus?!?!?! I need the bus to come now! I just need to go to 24th ITS JUST TWO BLOCKS!!!!!! I have blisters on my feet! ITS JUST TWO BLOCKS!!!!! ARE YOU TAKING THE BUS?!?!
• Me: Yeah.
• Heroin Guy: You’re so young! You probably still live with your parents. With your dad, look at your young face, I should take you on a date. Let’s go on a date… How old are you?
• Me: 25.
• HG: You’re not young.
• Me: *STARES. EVIL STARES.*

Read on for the dramatic conclusion.

[Photo by Generik11]

Previous funny-things-locked-to-poles posts were funny. But this, with the addition of a helmet, proves completely vexing. Is some little monkey actually riding this mini handcart through traffic? Somebody please explain!

[reader David submitted this item using the Mission Mission on Tumblr submission form]

At Cell Space tonight, Litquake is hosting Cabaret Bastille, a Parisian themed event complete with jazz, absinthe and local writers getting into the spirit of 1920′s France.

Grab tickets here, and do take it easy on the Green Fairy — she’s a beast of a drink.

[Photo by Mary Rehak]

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