Welcome to your week in Bay Area news. We’ll hit on some key stories that matter here and give you some ideas as to what to do to decompress after a week of crazy. Here goes… Ghost Ship defendants take minimized plea deal Max Harris and Derick Almena entered no

Home. Where the heart is. For Bombino and most other Tuareg, there’s only one place that can be. In recent years, the rest of the world has largely written off that home as a hot and savage wasteland, a bolt hole for religious extremists and terrorists, a geopolitical video nasty

Devo Diaries at Burger Boogaloo By Jordan Latham It was a warm, apocalyptically dark pink night when I showed up at Mosswood Park Saturday, the “Mad Max” skies courtesy of another fire season off to a hellacious start. The Burger Boogaloo has become an annual pilgrimage of mine since The

Going to the gym can be stressful for anyone but it can be especially difficult for those whose outside appearance may not represent who they really are (read Shakina’s experience with it right here). Trans people live with the knowledge that just using a public bathroom could result in awkward

At its heart, S. Carey’s Hundred Acres – the third full-length from Wisconsin singer/songwriter S. Carey – finds him grounded, comfortable in his skin, but still with one foot in the stream. More direct than ever, there is a wellspring of confidence in this new batch of songs that allow for ideas

This post was made possible by the fine folks putting on Demo Nights. Wanna get your stuff on here? Holler at Alex@BrokeAssStuart.com Summer is here, the heat is on and presumably we’re all looking for just the right spectacle to put us into that sweet summer mood.  So what’s the

Thirty Seconds to Mars is an American rock band from Los Angeles, California, formed in 1998. The band consists of brothers Jared Leto (lead vocals, guitar, bass, keyboards) and Shannon Leto (drums, percussion). During the course of its existence, it has undergone various line-up changes. The style of the band’s

Guest post By Rob Hagle On the Lyft ride to the venue my driver exclaimed, “Bottom of the Hill! How have I never been there?” Exactly Mark, whose “favorite music is trap,” exactly. It struck me that this club had become so legendary that it’s reputation was known even to