Green Day performing ‘Knowledge’ at 924 Gilman Street last week, with special guest Tim Armstrong

We tried to get tickets, but it sold out in 5 seconds. Green Day’s first show at Gilman, their original home, in over 2 decades. (Bands on major labels are not allowed to play at Gilman, but a one-time exception was made because this was a benefit show.) This is just a 20-second highlight, but there’s a lot more if you google it:

Photography show in a dirty old parking lot

Local photographer Troy Holden tells us all about it:

The prints are big — 8 feet long. We did this by breaking up each image into 1/4 and paneling them into the larger image. We then mixed fresh wheat paste in the parking lot using a camping heater and 50 lbs of flour. It took 8 hours, two 14 ft ladders, and 35 gallons of glue to mount all 22 images.

There’s some historical gems hung. Local favorite Dave Glass has photos from the 1960′s – 90′s, including a house on stilts being relocated from to the Western Addition and the 1982 Forty Niners parade on Market Street where SFPD are looking at a NUDE GIRLS cinema marquee. Emmanuel Blackwell has a photo of now-gone Candlestick.

Other contributors include Rian Dundon, David Root and Holden himself.

The lot is located at 181 2nd Street, and the show is open to the public as long as the lot is open (which is during normal business hours), and the opening reception is this Thursday, 5-7pm. RSVP and invite your friends.

This year’s SF Documentary Festival kicks off with a ‘Free’ screening at McCoppin Plaza

The screening is of a movie called Free, and it is free, and it’s this Thursday, and there will be food trucks and stuff. Here’s a blurb about the movie:

Academy Award-nominated filmmaker David Collier and co-director Suzanne LaFetra have crafted a stirring, up-close documentary that follows a group of Oakland teens who find personal liberation and mutual support through dance. These dynamic young people face the very real challenges of poverty, alienation, HIV, sexual abuse, and gang violence but are dedicated to telling the truth— even if it hurts. Because the truth will, to some degree, set them free. FREE captures their struggles as they turn the courage, determination, and stamina required in their daily lives into a contagious joy.

McCoppin Plaza, as you know, is that plaza on the north end of Valencia Street next to the U-Haul place.

More info (on this event and on the rest of DocFest).

Weird stuff on your burrito

My cousin Jono (co-creator of Patatap) showed up late to a brunch thing yesterday (like 9pm-late) with a bag of burritos in hand. He then decided to experiment with some leftover brunch condiments.

Butter and strawberry jam on your burrito? He said it was really good.

Queso on your burrito? Obviously really really good.

Both at the same time? I don’t know, because I left the room, because I didn’t want to know.

(Now, technically none of this violates any of the Burrito Justice Burrito Code statutes, but we’ll wait to see if the tribunal hands down any new legislation.)

Cool snake tattoo, lady

Some little guy in a panda costume partied waaaay too hard over the weekend

[via nomined]

Bartlett Street progress report

Remember when they first started talking about this possibility way back in 2012? Now we’re nearly there!

[via Urban Life Signs]

All the people I ran into on Friday night

On Friday night I watched the Cavs-Hawks game at Pop’s, ate a really good burger at the Big Rec (now softly open at 3066 24th Street), saw Cocktails open for Wild Nothing at the Chapel, did a quick Jaeger shot at Doc’s Clock, danced like an animal during Lustmord’s set at the Gray Area Festival, ate two bacon-wrapped hot dogs, danced a little more at Baobab, ate birthday cake at my cousin’s house, ate another bacon-wrapped hot dog and then went home.

Along the way I ran into a bunch of people, one after another:

  1. Lauryn McCarthy, formerly of the Bold Italic (defunct website)
  2. Jess Stuenkel, of Tuff Signals (garage rock on the radio)
  3. Sean Rawls, of Still Flyin’ (legendary SF band)
  4. Bel Poblador, formerly of CNN (media conglomerate)
  5. Melissa Gordon, of Prima Bike Maintenance (greasin’ up yr chain)
  6. Pro Fan Marisa, of Professional Fans (music lovers)
  7. Chad Salty, of Salty Artist Management (music lovers)
  8. Josh Farrell, formerly of Mollusk Surf Shop (surf shop)
  9. Rob Queenin, formerly of Thieves Tavern (tavern)
  10. Omar Mamoon, of Dough & Co (yummm cookies)
  11. Jono Brandel, of Patatap (best thing ever)

It was pretty fun. It reminded me of the San Francisco of 2010 that David Enos wrote about so poetically.

‘Houston We Have A Problem’ by the Gooch Palms (Go Warriors!)

I saw somebody in the audience at Oracle last night with a “HOUSTON WE HAVE A PROBLEM” sign, during the nail-biting fourth quarter, so I started singing the chorus from this great jam by the Gooch Palms (who are performing this summer at Mosswood Park in Oakland at Burger Boogaloo along with the Mummies, the Gories, John Waters, the Black Lips, the Trouble Makers and lots more) and it worked — we won! The chorus in question doesn’t kick in until about 2:10, so be patient:

And check it out, I was wearing a Gooch Palms shirt at the time, what are the odds?

(Actually I have four Gooch Palms shirts, so the odds were pretty good.)

Go Warriors!

[Photo by Jaime Lou]

Valet parking for an open house event last night on Bryant Street

To be clear:

  1. This happened last night
  2. This is on Bryant between 21st and 22nd, in the heart of the Mission
  3. This is an open house, where a real estate agent shows the house to potential buyers
  4. There is a team of valet parking attendants out front, ready to park your BMW for you so you don’t have to

(Thanks to our neighbor Marc A. for the photos and reporting.)

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"I joked that living in the Mission would be the end of me. And there were nights where it felt like the case.

One night I went out with my friend Allan to the bar that no one goes to on 16th Street, where I lost half my drink and money on the dance floor. Later we skated down 16th to Evelyn Lee, where I fell off my board and landed on my head as the 22 bus sped past behind me. A sobering moment. At the bar, I sulked and nursed my wounds until Allan put on Amy Winehouse’s 'Valerie.' We danced, he dipped me, and I felt better."

— My pal Valerie, writing about life in the Mission