KJagent J @ Encore Tonight

Tonight, I'm KJing at Encore Karaoke Lounge from about
8 o'clock to whenever they close. Come for a drink, a
song or both. Watch me work a room full of tourists
and/or office folk, hipsters, other. It's next door to
the Lumiere (to the right, up the stairs) on
California at Polk St. and it's a really fun place.

www.encorekaraokesf.com/

I hope to do this again, but there are no guarantees
that it will be a regular thing. We have only tonight,
and tonight is all there is. It may be your last
chance to see me go all Bill Murray singing about the
"Star Wars, nothing but Star Wars!".

Well, it could!

www.encorekaraokesf.com/

Spins For Agent- Argus (12/12)

I'm spinning tonight at the Argus for what looks to be Lars's last Monday
there bartending. Together we turn the place into a really hip parlor or salon, only with louder music and ruder drinks. Lars is the greatest. If you only come see me spin once, it oughta be tonight. He even brings an extra crate of records that I play out of all night. I doubt his replacement will do that.

Arty Punk And New Wave, from the, um, old school.

It's from 9 PM to close and if you come early, there
should still be free eats from happy hour. The Argus
is located on Mission St where it meets Valencia,
across from El Rio and up a bit.

www.arguslounge.com/

Agent (dee)J(ays) @ Argus Lounge 11/14

I'll be spinning the 80s New Wave/Goth/Glam/Post-Punk/60s Garage and other ephemeral sides at The Argus Lounge from 9 PM on.

This will be a great chance to linger over cocktails to a mixxxadelic seduction of sounds that could only come from Agent J's tipsy-turvy world. Every other Monday, I bring it to the people, but you're on your own mostly, so make the most of this. The timeless Lars will be your Most Excellent Bartendeer...

3187 Mission Street (@ Valencia)
San Fran McVoutie, CA

www.arguslounge.com/

Minutes From The Last Karaoke

Del Shannon - Runaway
Duran Duran - A View To A Kill
Gene Pitney - Town Without Pity

You missed some Cinephonic ditties when you didn't go to Annie's with me last night Tribe.

Clever Fake Porn Titles

I come across these from time to time and figure to pass 'em on. Like, for amusement purposes:

Ropeless Ho-mantic

Hornatio Ho' Blower

Anyhow, I'm Deejaying tonight at the Argus Lounge from Nine O'Clock on.

3187 Mission (@ Valencia)
San Francisco
415.824.1447

The Origin Of Wheat, Celebrated In Song

Years ago I was concieved 'neath the sign of the Sleep-Walking Bear (in, not outside of) a Travel Lodge. To mark the day (this one) on which I hit the ground running, and that I am running still, it's all of us down to Annie's Cocktail Lounge. Tonight. To chase all gloom and knock a few back. It's time to get off your Rusty Dusties and give me the Karaokes. Tonight. I insist...

That's "tonight" from 9pm-2am. Get there early if you feel like singing, 'cause after a few belts I plan on being ALL up on the Mic.

www.urbanlogic.com/annies/annies.htm

The Upside Of Doody

Silver lining to getting crapped on outside of Ritual? Today when I took my brown sharksin jacket to the dry cleaners I got to hear an old Chinese man say, "Bird shit!". That is all...

Just A Few Spins @ Argus Tonite!

I may be spinning a short set or two btw 10 & 12 tonite at the Argus. I'll be a special guest. Whereas next Mon (September 5) I'll rule the roost from 9 until Yez Dont Have Tae Goo Hoom, But Yez Can't Stay Heeere...

Just so yez know. I'll be there for a bit, but it won't be the full Wheat On Ice New Wave Record Perloo I plumped for last week. That's next week.

The Birth Of My Ire! Yahr!!!

I've been fairly outbursty lately. While not exactly new to my nature, I've simply been letting this stuff run unfettered more and more. Just being incredibly angry at all slights against me, real or imagined. With my mental progress in mind, I reprint in total an old MySpace blog from April 5th of this year, followed by a postscript. It was titled "I'm Not Going To Be Marco" and it's mood was *infuriated*~~~

Some very close friends of mine are doing an Adam And The Ants tribute and I wasn't asked to Ant-Guitarist Marco Pirroni (see pic: back row, left). The guy that they asked instead will be an able guitarist and is a really nice guy himself, but I would be a superior Marco. Because:

a) The guy my friends chose ABOVE me will probably not dress appropriately. Pirate garb and Native American drag is the look for an Ant. Bless him, he'll probably wear his same black t-shirt and black jeans. Maybe a teeny streak or two of make-up. I could be wrong, but mark these words.

b) He shaves his head and has a Marco-inappropriate goat-tee. He will also likely not get a Marco-like wig on his dome. My hair on the other hand can be styled to look like Marco's on any given day.

c) He plays a Paul Reed Smith guitar. These are the same guitars favored by Creed, Matchbox 20, Good Charlotte, a regular Shit-Band fuck-fest. Marco P. would never dare darken his shoulder with one of these aesthetically displeasing coffee table axes. Whereas I was contemplating acquiring a cheap Korean-made copy of Marco's faithful TV Yellow Les Paul Jr. just for the occasion.

d) He may even wear glasses!

I could go on, but I just feel like a furious little flea right now, shaking his tiny mortal flea-fists at a cruel and petty god. I'm going to go soak my fucking head. Fuck. Grr!

~~~The show went off as planned, with most of my gripes/predictions being accurate, from all accounts (My Best, Truest Friend was there, and brought me up to speed after the fact. It was performed, literally, around the corner from my house at 12 Galaxies. That night I went to karaoke at Annie's in a fury. Late in the evening a drunk bridge & tunnel girl danced into my drink, smashed it into a powder, and looked directly at me without apology. Dancing at karaoke is like cockblocking at a funeral...

Even more pathetic or disturbing (depending on my attitude), I still haven't spoken to either of my two long-travelled close friends over this. To the best of my knowledge, they're both aware that I've been troubled by this for months, in which time I've been unwilling to mend the fence, to be the forgive & forget guy who offers the olive branch, a role I feel I've performed a 1,000,000 times in my life and am loathe to in this instance. Again and again I ask myself, "How far am I willing to draw this ridiculous situation out? Is it worth losing two of my most beloved peers over?", and just as often, I stare back from the abyss and say, "Fuck Them, let 'em come to me...".

I should mention that my friend who put this project together, when he first told me about it, my immediate response was, "Dude, you asked someone else to be Marco? I'm totally Marco! What the fuck?!?", and to this he said, "You're right. You should just be Marco". The next time I brought it up, he told me that the Faux-Ants had decided to go with their original Inferior Marco and that I'd been out-voted, ostensibly with an additional vote from a friend who I share even more history with. The show was part of a multi-band showcase, and most Ants involved got to play in several aggregations throughout the evening. Also, it was part of an evening sponsored by my old place of employment. I truly miss the social aspect of the place, and am frequently dissapointed that I don't see friends from there more, a fair few of whom I shared a friendship with that predated our association there.

And so it goes. Antmusic, a good synonym for the static in my brain...

ABCs Of Righteous Anger

Last night, in a fit of pique, I exploded in righteous indignation at two of my closest friends. They're still maybe scratching their heads over where the fuck such an outburst came from. But that's beside the point, which is:

I went to Ritual still feeling the shame from my uncharacteristic outburst and had a sit-down with My New Best Friend. After laying out the story of my Vodka And Pique-related bummer she said to me these following Extremely Beautiful Words, "I do stuff like that.", at which point she regaled me with some of her best *shakes fists at god* stories.

One of them; In her late teens, she was entertaining a not-small group of her closest friends at her place. Out of the room for a moment, one of same fed her pet chinchilla a Wheat Thin. On finding this out she blows her stack and starts with the pointing and screaming, "Who let this happen?!? Who thinks it's okay to feed people's pets human food?!? What were these Wheat Thins doing here in the goddamn first place?!? What kind of retard would do such a thing and what kind of traitor would allow this to happen while they sip a wine cooler in my home?!? No wheat! No salt! No human snacks! Chinchilla food only!!! Fuck you all!!! Out, bitches, out!!!", and starts throwing everyone's shit out the window as she demonstrates the direction of the door.

I'm not saying I had as good a reason to flip out myself, only that it can really pick you up sometimes just hearing calming words to the effect of, "We're not so different.", or, "Hey, I'm nuts too."...