My Kanye Moment

I just wanna say Samantha Sang made one of the best videos of all time. Special thanks to Gavin Elster for pointing me towards this classic.

Sittin' Around, Hangin' Out, Doin' Our Thang

Christmas in June

As if the show itself weren't enough, there's a Crazy Eddie's commercial at around 7:35.

What's Been Burning in My Disco Kitchen

From time to time Junk Thief will compile some tunes from his stash of rarities -- so rare K-Tel has never even heard of them -- and shares them with his inner circle. He'd hoped to have his latest epic eight-disc extravaganza DJ'd by the legendary Vivian Valvoom (a real person, though that's not his real name) before Christmas, but he's cutting it close. This one is just about finished (expect yours just in time to warm up those drab and chilly Ogreville New Year's bashes Ms. Jill). Since Junk Thief doesn't know just who would be interested, drop him a line and your address if you'd like a copy. No throbbing techno or electro beats here. Expect sassy Linda Clifford proto-femisist struts, Philly dance beats, Taka Boom (To Hell With Him, anyone?) Vicki Sue Robinson, Undisputed Truth, France Joli, Melba Moore and a lot of the symphonic cheese of the likes of Alec R. Costandinos. And absolutely zero Madonna or Diana Ross. Oh, and two, count 'em two, songs from gay porn/Edge of Night star Dennis Parker.

JTTV - Season 2, Episode 4 - MOTHRA - reMixed and REmastered

Beginning with the haunting, hypnotizing counter tenor of Bryce Digdug, Junk Thief takes you on a trip you will not soon forget.

Now you too can enjoy the hit that topped all the dance clubs in Europe this summer. Though this is just a short sample of the 42 minute extended dance track that was tearing up the floors in Ibiza and Mykonos, it gives you an idea of this marriage of the best of the best -- the greatest Japanese Monster of all time meets the greatest bass riff to ever make the disco ball spin. There's nothing like dancing to this while a few hundred sweaty Spanish boys scream out like girls "Please give us back the egg!!!

We thought this mystical, magical journey was the perfect vehicle as we come to the end of the Yom Kippur fast and approach the fall equinox (oh, and prepare for Junk Thief's birthday).

Editorial Note: There's some bugaboo with posting direct from YouTube, so if you want to see it over there (essentially the same thing but you can view it full screen there) go here.

Toasting Melba and m00nchild

Some weeks, wasted hours of blog searches yield nothing but absolute crap, especially on the "LGBT" front, and especially when it comes to this particular group in SF. (Sample quotes from blogs discovered: "Here I am with my boyfriend and a porn star at the Castro Street Fair. Woof. Woof." "Here we are with all those hot, hot 425 pound bears at Hairison Street Fair. Aren't big boys just too caliente?" "Here was are at the La-Z-Bear Weekend in fabulously rustic Guerneville." My reaction: "Egads, no, give me back my chopsticks so I can poke my eyes out now!")

But this week I was pleased to come in contact with one super cool local who operates the sweetly sinister, viciously vivacious blog Lunacy's Child. Besides being cute as a button (I say that a lot, don't I?), he deliciously lays out everything in a way that's caustic but not completely jaded. His observations about gay life in SF are spot on, and he seems to find light at the end of the often hopeless tunnel called being gay in San Francisco. It can be a wretched little flower in this berg by the Bay, but sometimes in all its alienating friendliness comes a sweet, swift kick of hope.

On top of that, Lunacy's Child also has an great DJ site called m00nchild (zeros not Os) with some really great mixes. I'd given up on "dance music" eons ago, especially the soulless crap that I hear coming out of so many bars or pathetic HiNRG internet or air wave stations. His stuff has a great 1977-1979 vibe, giving a sense of a time that was not his and does not exactly embody what it really was but is still a wonderful place to make dreams of. I've been listening to his stuff all day, feeling a little more bounce in my step, twirling around the JunkPlex and thinking "Wow, I'd love to live in a city that had this kind of music. Oh, wow, I do."

And anyone under 40 that digs Melba Moore in her prime is pretty cool in my book. Glad I came across this child of lunacy and the moon, and I look forward to reading more of his blurbs.