Well, friends, it’s that time of year again. The magical weekend in May when the entire 18-45 population of the Bay Area casts off their inhibitions and most/all of their clothes to run through the city streets with a blatant disregard for open container laws as they make their way

It’s been awhile since we’ve heard from our friends over at Epicsauce, but tonight marks the return of their Thursday night cheap booze/local music session at Milk Bar in the Haight. After more than a month off, they’re back with live sets from local acts Tempo No Tempo, Fake Drugs,

There are many things that are made more awesome by being part of a couple.  Parents, for example’JUST KIDDING Mom and Dad!  It is just that some things become enhanced when in close proximity to other things.  Does that make sense?  If I am not being clear, here are some

If you’re a hardcore bike commuter – like the guy who looks like he’s in the middle of a triathlon as he rides down Market Street on his way to a fancy FiDi job – then you probably laugh at things like Bike to Work day, which the San Francisco

Five course meals, especially those featuring locally-sourced and organic ingredients, are not something us broke-asses get to experience very often. They can cost upwards of black-market-kidney prices and usually take place in venues that frown upon our thrift store duds. But not this one! On Sunday, Mark Andrew Gravel of

There’s a lot of things about New York summers I look forward to. The return of free barbecue, outdoor movies, late night bike rides, and mostly importantly, the Yard, BKYLN Yard that is. The name pretty much sums up this Gowanus dance-fest watering hole. While no one can really brag

Remember Domonique Echeverria?  She’s a former Broke-Ass of the Week and a self described, “Liza Minelli loving, gypsy glam rocker tranny trapped inside of a real woman’s body”.  Ah ha!…now you remember!  It’s pretty safe to say that anyone who identifies as such can be counted on to curate a

It seems like we’ve been living in the ‘œpost’ era for some time now.  Post-rock, post-sarcasm, people have even gone so far as to mention that we might be post-racism.  (Though I know a lot of us would strongly disagree.)  Anyway, tonight you’re invited to a Postpunk Anti-Prom.  Or Not