I doubt I’m alone in thinking that paying an expensive cover for an open bar staffed by cater waiters in a hotel conference room-turned-nightclub is pretty overrated. In fact, I’m willing to bet most readers’ New Year’s Eve plans involve at least two of the following: mini bottles of champagne

If you read the internet in San Francisco, you may have caught this one already: For the 10th year running SFMTA is providing FREE Muni service on New Year’s Eve. So save those two dollars, and bring a bag of ice or a stack of plastic cups to your party

The DJs at Legion are a bit unpredictable. One night, you’ll find yourself raging it to top 40 music from the 90s, and singing outloud to Third Eye Blind in public. The next, you’ll contemplate breaking your pint glass after you finish your beer because you can’t think of a

The Broke-Ass modus operandi is usually to take peoples’ unwanted stuff.  We’re the ones inclined to pull couches off the sidewalk, dumpster-dive, and accept any and all kinds of FREE hand-me-downs.  But in this day and age, when even the last vestiges of analogue are going digital, even the brokest

We here at Broke-Ass Stuart remember a kinder, gentler, funkier time when there was an entire network devoted to playing awesome new music videos. Men named Pinfield and women named Idalis would introduce block after block of original music videos from various genres interspersed with interviews with musicians and video

One of the many, many, many things visible when looking at the stage in Goodbye Blue Monday is a large painted sign reading FLOTSAM AND JETSAM. It could easily be a random find in an ocean of random finds. But at this cafe/bar/venue/junkstore in Bushwick it feels more like a

I posted this a few weeks ago but figured I’d repost it since it’s happening tomorrow.  Go dance off some of those holiday calories! I’m more of a drinker than a dancer, but I’ve been known to get down every once in awhile.  Like If I’m out and some James

So the ’00’s sucked, huh?  Aside from a few nice things that happened in my personal life and probably yours too, I (and apparently a lot of economists and sociologists) think it’s safe to say that this decade was pretty much the worst in living memory.  Instead of the fire