Let’s face it, being a DJ is WAY easier than being in a band.  You have no one to argue with but yourself, you don’t have heavy shit to lug around other than your records, and you get to keep whatever money you make without splitting it five ways.  Fuck,

Welcome to the second installation of our three part series, Dolores Park Etiquette.  This week we are focusing on Hipster Hill: Dolores Park used to be for everyone. A place where hippies, junkies, hipsters, moms, kids, dogs, tennis players, garbage collectors, creepster wack job drum circles and everyone in between

It’s a shame that more bars don’t have some sort of food beyond pretzels and potato chips.  Apparently, once upon a time all bars had to have some form of food (like the scary,electric purple, yet satisfying pickled egg) to have a license and most other countries have similar setups

If talking about things like records, the history of records, your record collection or just how much vinyl you do own, you’re more than likely chained to an obsession. The record player, a now antiquated, dying, and chic machine, is bigger than ever these days. Now its time to stack

Do you love learning? I thought you did (by the way, you look amazing. Have you lost weight?). More importantly, how do you feel about alcohol? From your breath, I would say pretty good. Oh my god, I have an idea. What if the two were combined? Just when you

I’ve got a love/hate relationship with the nightlife in North Beach.  On weeknights it’s a great place to go out, hang with some friends and have a tipple with 75 year old poets.  It’s also got the Holy Trinity of bars: Spec’s, Tosca, and Vesuvio. But weekend nights in North

I’m totally digging this whole Art Walk thing.  If you remember, the Divisidero one happened a few months back and it was killer!  It was the kind of San Francisco night where each place you went to, you ran into some one you hadn’t seen in awhile.  You know what

Joe’s Coffee Shop is the kind of place that is a dream for a girl like me. When my wallet is welling up with tears instead of bills, the last place I want to go is some scuzzy donut shop where I feel like I’m the only thing that has