This is our first giveaway with the new UC Theater in Downtown Berkeley! And what better way to kick off our new crowning relationship than with a giveaway for M. Ward himself? M. Ward returns with a stunning new album, More Rain, for release on Merge Records on March 4, 2016.

Ah hostels – a wonderful, budget friendly way to see the world, meet cool people, and have some awkward-ass sex. No shame, I’ve been there, you’ve been there, ain’t no thing. But here are some tried and true tips for getting in on when you’re getting away. Bunk bed sex

San Francisco has been slowly losing restaurants that are open 24 hours. We lost the Baghdad Cafe in 2011, The Lucky Penny last year and Sparky’s was the most recent casualty in February.

  The version of Deerhoof you hear on The Magic is a most punch-drunk proposition. Everyone showed up in the mood to sing. Satomi, Greg, John and Ed dream up alchemies of punk, pop, glam, hair metal, doo-wop, hip hop, and R&B, late-night car rides, long days, attitude and spandex.

Pride 2016 may be one of the most important in recent memory. Out of the tragedy of Orlando, a wave of solidarity has spread across the world and it has galvanized our community to respond with love, to speak out against our culture of violence, stand with our Latinx, Muslim,

  H.O.M.E. is a new play from San Francisco-native Star Finch for Campo Santo. Taking place from Oakland to Mars, in search of Home. This new play is part of Campo Santo’s 20th year of creating and premiering new works. An AfroSurreal mix of sex workers, Tupac, and space travel, H.O.M.E.

Another classic San Francisco dive bar bites the dust. This time though, it’s not because it was bought and turned into a fancy mustache bar, it’s because hella illegal shit was going down. If you’ve ever stepped foot into the Brown Jug though, this shouldn’t be a surprise. Yesterday Hoodline

I collect muni transfers. These elongated multicolored pieces of paper adorn the cork-boards on my walls, sit in piles on my writing desk and are just generally strewn about throughout my house; some date all the way back to 2004, the year I moved to SF. I’ve incorporated them into