Mission Mission

Jackie Sugarlumps and friends spin nothing but ’60s and ’70s ska, reggae and rocksteady, tonight at the Make-Out Room. Free.

Sorry the poster’s so small. RSVP and invite your friends here.

Those boobs (some of which were stolen recently and subsequently returned) sure are getting a lot of exposure lately. Here’s the video, by celebrated Canadian artist Dirty Beaches:

[via Altered Zones] [Thanks, Amanda!]

Previously:

Naked Lad

I was standing by the window tripping out on the view from my dentist’s office when I witnessed what is probably some kind of illegal disposal of toxic waste or something. They’re right above the Stockton Tunnel, so look out for poisonous sludge falling from above if that’s part of your commute this evening.

I was so bummed when I missed them the last time they played! I thought they’d never ever return! But all I had to do was wait two-and-a-half years.

And what’s more, they’ve reunited in order to help celebrate (and fund) the forthcoming Clueless stage adaptation!

See you guys there!

[via heyambular]

See for yourself.

Some folks decided to clean some graffiti off some Shepard Fairey street art somewhere. Fecal Face has this to say:

Can’t help but think how many people used to think what an eye sore Obey Giant was back pre Obama poster days… Lady, you’re cleaning graffiti off graffiti. It’s like taking the pianist and double bass out of a jazz trio because the drummer is famous.

Ha! Read the whole story.

From reader Sean C.:

I got bored at work today and threw together a silly site that will be completely irrelevant in a few days.  I love it.

http://www.isitsnowinginSFyet.com

I love it too. And I hope it hurries up and snows.

I understand the impulse to show up late, just in time for the headliner. Have some cheaper drinks elsewhere, avoid the sweaty masses until the last possible moment.

Problem is, you just might miss out on something great, like Ed Schrader’s Music Beat. They opened for Dan Deacon last night and the night before, and slayed both times.

Dan ruled too, but you knew Dan was gonna rule. Ed Schrader and company were a surprise — and what’s more fun than a surprise? Also, their merch (see below) was better than any of Dan’s stuff by far.

I’m serious, you guys, it’s more fun to discover a new band in person than it is to discover them in the pages of Pitchfork.