It must have been 2009 that I first braved the line at The Brainwash. I remember it was cold, and I remember going with my friend from college who had never been to an open mic. I had been to mics before, but this one felt different. There was a

San Francisco Mayor Ed Lee was pronounced dead last night at 1:11 am at SF General Hospital, he was 65 years old.  Former Mayor Willie Brown told CBS 5 that the cause of death was a heart attack and that Lee suffered the attack while he was grocery shopping in his

This post is done in conjunction with The Melt. Wanna support an article on the site? Holler at Alex@BrokeAssStuart.com As you know, I teamed up with the fine folks at The Melt on Market Street and we did something incredible: The Greatest Grilled Cheese and Music Giveaway Ever! And the puns

Progress isn’t always progress. When you sit in traffic tomorrow morning wondering how much it’ll cost to get your bashed-in rear window fixed, or how you’ll find a spot near work, just remember— it wasn’t always like this. The East Bay used to be home to streetcars, trains, and ferries

Wildfires continue to devastate areas of Southern California, as of December 7th over 200,000 people in Ventura and Los Angeles Counties have been forced to evacuate, and many of them are in need of help.  If you know anyone in the affected areas, think about reaching out to them.  There

San Francisco always has had a cast of zany characters. For this week’s installment of SFCentric History, I will take a look at one of those characters in particular–Daisy Simpson, a woman who left a seedy past behind to become one of the few female Federal Prohibition agents, only to return to the other side of the law soon thereafter.

You’re in a small, brown, clapboard cabin, or possibly the hold of a ship. There are twisting passageways of bookshelves lined with sugarcoated classics and newspapers covered in blackness — redacted or perhaps burnt. Meanwhile the teachings of Jesus and other religious materials sit unmolested. Reflective plastic sheets bounce distorted,

By Kelly O’Grady It was midnight and I was being patted down for weapons outside a nondescript warehouse in Hayward. I was about to enter the gritty underworld of the Bay Area Pog fight scene. Once inside I saw a circle drawn in chalk at the center of the floor