In case your morning began with this shudder-inducing  video of a rat crawling on a sleeping man in the subway like mine did, you better do something awesome tonight to justify living here to yourself once again. Fortunately, Super Furry Animals frontman/awesome documentary maker Gruff Rhys (pronounced Griff Rees) and

With the end of each Christmas brings a slew of unwanted gifts. You know the ones, gift certificates to Applebees or an orange pullover from the Gap. These are the red-headed stepchildren that Father Christmas left behind, cast-offs, trash. Most end up buried in the back of closets or given

Tonight at Littlefields, the fine folks behind jazz-lover mecca Search and Restore are rewarding you for their hard work (can this happen more often, please?).  To celebrate the success of their Kickstarter campaign raising funds to help them document the NYC new jazz scene in film form, they’ve invited some

I first fell in love with The Levee in the same way I fell in love with watching old re-runs of “Cops”… I couldn’t can’t resist its guaranteed cheap thrills. It doesn’t try too hard,  just delivers a large drink selection for wallets big and small, gives us kids some

This Christmas, I was forced to finally go through the boxes of my crap taking over my parents’ basement. While rediscovering treasures like a cassette of Wilson Phillips’ “Hold On,” troll key chains, and more chokers than a person should be legally allowed to possess, I was once again the

If you’ve been following the site for awhile you know that we’re big Ashkon fans here (or at least I am).  And because of that we’ve always spotlighted his videos from Hot Tubbin’ to Like a Hula Hoop to his now infamous Don’t Stop Believing (which was apparently the most

My best friend in the world is coming up to San Francisco on Thursday.  I always get anxious when my friends from other cities come and visit; what if they leave and tell everyone how much cooler their town is than San Francisco?  Well, thanks to Trader Joe’s (specifically Two-Buck

I am unfortunately not in NYC right now for the shit ton of snow and to punch people who use the word “snowpocalypse,”  but agree that it looks like father winter was super drunk and got carried away with the whole weather thing. I know for a while I’d be