Today's BART busker update:
Last night’s, actually — dude was playing guitar along with a recording of himself. I didn’t realize it until he stopped playing to talk with a fan, and the music kept on going.
Star 16 Thai restaurant (formerly Wellcome) already has paper over the windows; the former Quick-Pic grocery at 16th and Sycamore is displaying an application for a restaurant permit; across the street, the Mi Ranchito grocery was shuttered tight in the middle of the day yesterday, but is open today.
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Today's BART busker update:
That guy who plays ragtime on a mandolin-banjo put in an appearance this morning; he’s generally there at least once a week. He’s a good musician, but his playing doesn’t excite me — it seems a little too cold and careful. I think he would benefit from having to play with someone who’s not quite as good, so he would have to improvise around their mistakes.
The BART busker report:
Someone singing opera — singing bass. Couldn’t see him, but he sure could be heard all over the station.
Not a dream!
Yesterday, I was talking with my therapist when I happened to look down, and realized that my fly was unzipped. TRAUMATIZED FOR LIFE!
The Led Zeppelin story...
…on The Bio Channel: It’s hilarious that they wouldn’t pay for the rights to use actual Led Zeppelin music for the background to their (purchased on the cheap) fan-filmed, slo-mo “rare concert footage”. The whole show was backed by some asshole with a Mac and Garageband software, as far as I can tell.
I passed through...
…the 16th & Mission BART station 3 times this morning, and there was a different busking musician there each time. Early on, it was a truly awful flute player. Later, it was that singer/guitar strummer who is obsessed with Neil Young; I don’t think I’ve ever heard him cover anyone else. Just now, it was a roughly turkey-in-the-straw-ish fiddle player. I wonder if there is...
…find the idea of Ricky Gervais as a James Bond villain attractive? Just throwing it out there. One thing Fleming never did was create colorless, uninteresting bad guys — but that’s all the Bond movies do, recently. Evil international terrorist again, ho-hum! Psycho drug-lord, yawn!
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Despite all my bitching...
…about the potential shortcomings of The Adventures of Tin Tin, I took a chance on it last Sunday. IT WAS AWESOME! A lot of it didn’t look or sound like the comics, but it ALL FELT RIGHT ANYWAY. It was a totally over-the-top (thanks to what you can do with animation) Indiana Jones movie. My nephew said that I giggled like a little girl through much of it. 4 1/2 stars.
…hard and long. I’m done with new Mission creeps, and I’m so ready to get the fuck out…
sheerwater said: bar snack. singular. one snack to feed a hamster. a vegetarian mission hamster. Vegetarian deep-fried pork skin? That’s a new one on me!
…Jethro Tull, live at The Isle of Wight, 1970, courtesy of Netflix. You know, I would have given anything to look as cool, to be as cool, as Ian Anderson seemed to me to be in 1970 — covered with hair, and full of flutey exuberance and rock ‘n’ roll bad-assery, but, seeing him as he is now (old, bald and dumpy), I can’t help thinking how much alike we are, aside...
If beer is really "liquid bread"...
…I’d like a whiskey sandwich, please.