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Turntables, Tamales and Tippling on the Cheap at Disco Daddy Sun. 9/1

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Well, fellow urban co-habitants, we are in day three of having the place all to ourselves and what’s better is, since a good majority of us have nowhere to be tomorrow, we can annihilate this mellow Sunday like only a francisqueño can.

The big fireball is shining bright onthe bayside of town this fine day and even seems to be succesfully fending back the creepy fog fingers as they try to grasp hold of Sutro Tower on their push westward. In the meantime, the happy denizens of Bayview, Mission, Castro and SoMa are busy grilling and knocking them back, because it makes no difference if it’s five o’clock anywhere.

Speaking of which, if you haven’t yet heard it over the wires, BAS pal and perennial dirt-cheap favourite, Bus Station John is packing up his crate of LP’s and heading over to the Eagle for his fourth installation of his new post-bust/ pre- Honey interlude, Disco Daddy.

Like its afternoon opening act, it, too, will be populated by mostly men of the un-trimmed variety as the brew-buzz wears off and the long good night ensues. He’ll be cranking out tunes of the rare and funky while the patroness of the drunkies, Our Lady of the Tamales, fills up her charges with big balls of masa and sends them off a little less worse for the wear as they pursue their conquest of booze and booty (shaking and otherwise.)


Disco Daddy (Labor Day Weekend Edition)
7 p.m. (Regular Beer Bust 3 p.m.)

The SF Eagle
398 12th Street (@ Harrison)
[South of Market]
$5 (No One Turned Away For Lack Of Funds)


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Stephen Torres - Threadbare-Fact Finder (Editor, San Francisco)

Stephen's early years were spent in a boxcar overlooking downtown Los Angeles. From there he moved around the state with his family before settling under the warm blanket of smog that covers suburban Southern California. Moving around led to his inability to stay in one place for very long, but San Francisco has been reeling him back in with its siren song since 1999.
By trade he pours booze, but likes to think he can write and does so occasionally for the SF Bay Guardian, Bold Italic and 7x7. He also likes to enjoy time spent in old eateries, bars and businesses that, by most standards, would have been condemned a long time ago.