Mission Mission

This shit is off the hook!  Not only does this group look absolutely elated to be alive, we have a Walter Sobchak lookalike!  Solid.

(Oh, if this is your camera, you can holler to get it back)

I have absolutely no idea what this dance party is about but it’s a goddamn tatted unicorn smoking a cigarette.

Ha!

I always thought The Knockout was a place where people who still think Nirvana is indie went to score blow.  Turns out people dance there too!  I had been seeing these pictures pop up on flickr a lot and kept thinking “what brand of douchebag goes to a club that, presumably, hires some jackass to take photos of their trashed customers, watermarks/brands/copyrights the photo, and upload them to flickr?”  So I decided to do a little recon/spectating with the ultimate authority of Mission douchebags last night.  Dunno about it.  Felt like a more over-hyped promoted/less fun version of emo night at Pops (which is free and they serve $1 high life).  The whole time I was there nothing really notable or exciting happened.  Some drunk chicks hit the photobooth but the whole thing was mostly shouting at your friends over the DJ.  Rolled out at midnight, went to Farolito, savaged a burrito, and went to bed.

Of course, some of my friends stuck around.  Got this text this morning:

“Forgot to tell you about the girl who was peeing in the urinal as I was puking in the stall.  Told me not to turn around because she was embarrassed.”

Chris, did you get any snaps of that?

Went to Santa Cruz the other day to ride bikes/remember what 70 degree weather is like/make fun of hippies and stumbled across this beast.  Forget about that fixed gear noise, belt drives are the purest form of cycling.  I asked the owner if he liked the bike: “It’s great.  She’s ready to go whenever I want.  Don’t even have to use lube.”  Zing!

In other news, being covered in liquid horse shit is very fashion forward.

Mission Thrift keeps it gully.

(via We Built This City)

Flickr wizard GrimReynard brings us this eerie shot of the mission at 9am on January 1st 2010. I think the commenter Whole Wheat Toast puts it best with: “Dang, it’s hecka empty!”

Still waiting for KevMo’s aftermath pix.

The Bay Taper just put up some beautiful clips of a recent performance at the Red Poppy Art House by Erik Jekabson Quartet which I am just loving this afternoon. The group also features one of my favorite guitarists Mike Abraham and saxaphonist Dayna Stephens. You can catch most of these guys regularly every Wednesday at Amnesia‘s Micheal Abraham Session at 10pm.

If you don’t follow the Bay Taper, it’s amazing. I have no idea how one guy is able to so much. Studio-quality recording of live performance, stunning high resolution pictures, and HD video of local jazz shows.

Thanks James for actually leaving your house today.

Seriously, who the fuck brings a live Phish CD to a house party?

I hope that NYE was a omen for 2010, meaning that, unlike last year, I’ll have a solid time without being continuously roadhoused.