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.

The BBSF One Year Anniversary was...

...completely off the chain. It was so off the chain that it might have been back on the chain for all I know. Holy shizer. So much fun. The butt-shake contest went off without a hitch. Conceit did a great job mcing, the judges gave us a nail biting suspenseful race to the finish, and the contestants? What can I say? One girl did a head stand whilst shaking that thang, another did a goddamned stage dive and crowd surfed at the end of her dance, the gay dude got naked, the monkey got out the fucking cage, and everyone lost their dang mind.

The whole contest was filmed, so there will be footage up on Youtube soon for which to peep. I can't wait for the next contest. If you didn't get in because we were at capacity, I apologize. I really wish we could have packed you all in, but alas, it could not be.

Here are some pics from last night. Most of them were taken by Ryan Wase.

Before...

Our decorating skills are unparalleled.

Ryan knows how to make the pictures look "trippy".

I have nothing clever to say about this picture. It just looks cool.

Our Master of Ceremonies for the evening, Conceit.

Another nice image.

Ah, Jesus. I just want to see these bellies rub together. And I'm not even into lesbians.

The girl in the lefthand corner is actually the Lady In Red that Chris De Burgh sang for.

I wonder how many women are now unwitting host to mongrel bastard children after this night? Spooning leads to forking.

Ben is stoked.

Our Butt-Shake Champion for the evening, Diana.

CRACKING.

PART II

Talk about throwing them bows... this dude is feeling it hard.

I am the sixth member of the Village People.

Vitti giving Diana pointers on how to crush the competition.

Jordie Balls and Ryan Wase: the happy couple.

Some cute rando.

One of our judges, DJ Stef, with her male concubine.

The picture says it all.

Our bartenders rule, your's drool.

So, we don't have any pictures of the actually booty contest because the guy with the camera was filming instead, but like I said, the footage will be available soon. I will post it as soon as I get it.

Photographic images from last Saturday's Shake Appeal (01/12/08).

Ryan just threw a hissy fit, so I must mention that he took these photos. What a goddamned little girl. Anyway, he also wanted me to mention that he blew up most of the balloons. Now that we have that out of the way, proceed. Oh, one more thing... Ryan Wase is such a little girl.

Welcome. What a good little decorator Ikah is.

I loooove playing to an empty room.

UNHOLY BLACK METAL HATRED 666

Preparing to freak.

Nice color scheme here.

Boys will be boys will be boys...

Ryan swears he's gangster.

Mark and Kristen are pretty alright.

Jen is working it hard, Sarah is doing the Statue of Liberty, and I'm just a goddamned goofball.

Ryan swears he's straight.

Again with this working it hard thing. Jeez Louise.

Bubble machine is where it's at.

Observe my balloon skills. I would have mentioned the streamers too, but Ikah ruined my scheme.

Hotlesbian trio? Yes.

Work, work, work.

Uh... I dunno. My hair? What the fuck.

I had no idea Mark E. Quark and Mr. Travis "T.K." Disco were so close.

What a dear Joe is.

And Mark too.

Alona and Travis came all the way from SF and LA, respectively. Thanks!

These pesky hotlesbians again! Peace be with you.