When you walk into a place that’s playing ABBA, and you overhear one clerk asking another, “Can we rent out these clown shoes?” you know that there’s a high probability that you’re in the best store ever.  Between the florescent purple, pink and green carpet (think Hammer pants from elementary

Consider this an addendum to Kiley’s guide to this year’s CMJ Festival, because Liz Wight, aka Love Grenades, whom the LA Weekly called “scorching” and “seductive”, is making her New York debut this weekend! Download her newest Tom Tom Club-inspired track, “Genius of Fun” here, and be sure to check

Just because you have moths flitting out of your pockets doesn’t mean you’ve been relegated to buffets, taquerias and the ilk if you’re dining out. Like our wise Stu points out numerous times in his guide, San Francisco can be a beggars paradise of quality delectables if you play your

Wondering what to do for fun this week?  Feeling a little dead inside?  Wake yourself up with an event for each of the 5 senses.  And they are all FREE or almost FREE! 1st Sense, TASTE: Get your taste buds going!  Go to an event at SF’s Omnivore Books, learn how to

Shopping at thrift stores is like playing the lottery. It can be extremely rewarding, but more often than not is just very frustrating and disappointing. Oh, look at that awesome shirt! What size is it? Damn, missed it by one number! I could have been style-rich! The odds in the

As I watched a group of three vaguely-European twenty somethings wrangle their luggage and musical instruments in hardcases, I thought “Oh yeah, CMJ is this week.” They could be in town with musical instruments this week by pure coincidence, but I doubt it. This week, pretty much every show in

Residents of San Francisco often refer to the city as a “bubble.” You know, a big civil-rights-loving-wastoid-environmentalist-organic bubble. It’s easy to get acclimated to this place and forget that not every city embraces trannies and public nudity, if not copulation. The other day while deciding what to get for lunch,

Madison South, whose name sounds equally at home as a reality-series title, will deliver some rock n’roll with a southern accent (and purdy hair) for all of the sub Mason-Dixon transplants and fans at the Norwood. If for nothing else, check out the ‘œdiscreet’ 4-story townhouse on 14th street that