BBSF 03-21-09

Booty Bassment SF Second Anniversary

Next weekend Ryan and I are hosting the Second Anniversary of Booty Bassment in San Francisco. The flier says it all... but like I said before, I am going to try to get some t-shirts printed before then too.

That's all. Well, I guess I'll post a video for a song that I cannot get out of my head lately. Remember Nick Lowe? So good. Cruel To Be Kind is infectious. Rad video too!



And happy Friday the 13th!!!

Some Gnew Gnews.

I love Ryan's last post. To those of you who do not get it, it is a reference to last month's Booty Bassment in San Francisco at which we accepted a last minute guest dj by the name of Mr. Dibbs. Initially I was a bit apprehensive to have him play, because every time we let someone else in the Circle of Trust (as Ryan and I refer to it), they inevitably let us down. But then I thought about how cool Dibbs was before and I said FUCK IT. He only wanted $200, so we'll take the risk. Besides, El-P (of Company Flow) was coming to hang out too, and that kinda makes me all excited and shaky.

So, the dude shows up at like midnight with all his equipment and thuggy friends. I was already a bit peeved at that, because we then had to tear down all the equipment and rearrange to accommodate our guest. WHATEVER. So we get all his gear up and running and by then Ryan and I had the crowd in the palm of our little hand. Dibbs comes on and pushes play on his iTunes. A mash up of Don't Stop Believin' and Billy Jean comes on. Shit man. I thought this dude was like some hardcore hip-hop guy or something? He proceeds to unleash mash after mash on the poor poor crowd, all the while scratching his dumb little cd mixer thingy and drinking Mickey's Big Mouths. Needless to say, it sucked.

There were a couple songs here and there that worked, but over all the crowd was bummed and so were Ryan and I. I mean, the guy wasn't even DJing! He had blocks of premixed mash ups that he had arranged and played out of iTunes, and he just did cuts and sound effects over them. It was really embarrassing. I politely informed Dibbs that Ryan and I wanted to play the last half hour and that he should wrap it up. He pointed at the 12 minutes and counting number on the track he was playing and I said, "That's fine." 12 minutes passes, and he is still going. After about three songs I looked at him and kinda gave him the WTF face. He just smiled at me and shrugged like "I dunno? Fuck you guys!" I was getting pissed. He FINALLY finished up after playing an El-P song that absolutely nobody gave a shit about, including El-P, and we attempted some damage control with a bounce set.

The night ends and Dibbs is nowhere to be found. Ryan and I start cleaning up and putting all the equipment away. Dibbs is still not around to clean up his gear. So we have to do it, like I'm his goddamn mommy or something. I was fucking over it. We had to pay this fucking guy $200 for dispersing our dancefloor and allowing us to clean up his shit for him. On top of all that, he didn't even thank us and his friends tagged all over the bar and the taqueria next door. Great job, Dibbs!

Now that I got that off my chest I can tell you about some good news. This coming Saturday Mario and I are doing a lil' ol' Valentine's Day Party at The Casbah with our friends Kill Me Tomorrow and Crocodiles. It's gonna be so super rad and lovely.




I also wanted to tell you that the Booty Bassment San Francisco Two Year Anniversary Party is this month on the 21st. We are doing a booty shake contest again and there's gonna be like a whole bunch of weird people disrespecting themselves and others on stage for cash and prizes. I am making some new t-shirts to give away (to girls) and sell (to guys) too. The flier is still in the works but will be up soon. Cool...

Oh and Ryan sent me an instant message this morning that read, "I boned in a snuggie. I rule."




Unfortunately I don't have any pictures of him boning in his Snuggie.

Booty Bassment Oakland

Dear, reader

I am pleased to announce that our favorite little rap music night club event, Booty Bassment, has taken another baby step toward worldwide domination: Oaktown. The nitty gritty city across the Bay is perfect for us, I think. This Thursday at The Oasis, we unleash a sonic butt-smack on you fools. Toph One and Rich Dama man the wheels of steel in the front room, and me and Ryan on the old 1s & 2s in the main room. I'm really liking the way those other doggs spinnerate their 12 inchers, too. The night is hosted by Seeeya Later, so it is a guaranteed banger. And for those of you in San Francisco, never fear! We proceed with the same night, same club... Saturday Jan. 17 at The Knockout!

A stocking full of SHIT.

This coming Thursday, Ryan and I invite you all to join us at The Knockout for Christmas caroling, gift giving, and eggnog in celebration of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Harry Christ. Just kidding. More like listening to ssuuuuuuuper shitty music turned up way too loud, me withering abuse on unsuspecting bar patrons over the microphone, and binge drinking of your grog of choice, which is probably Tecate or some such trash. Actually, I'm going to try to talk John into letting us do a drink special with eggnog. Eggnog/Redbull/vodka maybe. That sounds pretty scrumptious. Oh, and Jamie Jams will be playing all his "original 12 inches" that night too. After this, I will never have to hear him say, "Dude I have that 12 inch" ever again. Thank Jesus' bloody face for that! Just kidding, bro. I might make a Worst Christmas Ever mix cd to hand out too.

And then....


Yes, it's the return of the stupid old Bassment. I am going to try to get you kids some lil stocking stuffers and shit, and actually just read the flier for all the other info.

Booty Bassment returns to Los Angeles

If you want to come to this dumb party, you have to RSVP to basstanic@gmail.com

Ok?

Ok.

A whole crap-basket full of fun

It gives me great pleasure to announce to you that the flaming torch of poor taste and unhappiness has not, and will never be extinguished. What I mean is The Worst Music Ever returns to San Diego this Thursday at The Whistle Stop Bar. The powers that be cannot stop us. Makes me feel all special.


Then, Saturday is Booty Bassment San Francisco. Hopefully I will be rubbing my crotch on some unsuspecting young lady as Ryan slaves away in the dj booth.


And then, Sunday marks a very special Worst Music Ever in San Francisco with my guests Lethal Ethan and Mike Doyle! It's going to be sickening.

We will be celebrating the selection of MTV Europe's award winner for The Best Act Ever:

RICK ASTLEY


Yes, you heard it right.



That fucking dildo won "Best Act Ever". Wow. Maybe I could get a job djing for MTV Europe parties.

Dis Sadderday

I think it's a pretty nice flier. Me, Rob, and since Lucy can't make it, the beautiful Rachel at the door, taking your hard earned cash. Thanks for that.

Proceed to the dang Knockout

Photos from the Anniversary/Booty Shake Contest

Here are the photos from the Booty Bassment Sixth Anniversary Party in August, taken by my friend Lawrence Braun. Not bad, eh?































































And the winner is...



I didn't see it, but apparently she showed everyone her vagina. That's how you win a contest. That's called dedication. Good work, friend.