A couple of days ago, I took a drive up to Burlington to visit my younger brother for his birthday. After a hellish couple hours trying to get out of NYC, and getting turned back from several tunnels, I finally hit 87 up to Vermont. Expecting a scenic drive, I
Dudes, hold onto your ladies. What’s that smooth synth causing Apache print Urban Outfitter panties to drop all over Williamsburg? Tonight Kent Odessa celebrates his birthday and the release of his full-length album, Silverdome, with a FREE live set and party at Cameo with special guests Coastgaard and Mythical Legends.
Dance, dance, dance ’til you’re dead! Okay, those are lyrics from the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, but whatevs. So yesterday I was playing with BandMate, the coolest iPhone app ever. Basically it’s the who/what/when/where/why of live music and includes tiny venues that I would probably never think to check, like Your
Over the past few years I’ve watched as San Francisco has been pulled out from under us and sold to the highest bidder. And I’m fed up and heartbroken. San Francisco is for everyone, not just the wealthy elite, and this is why I’ve decided to run for mayor....
Have you ever wanted to beat up a ninja? Or maybe a ninja riding on top of a dinosaur that you encounter in a dark alley? Then be sure to pick up Judah Friedlander’s new book “How to Beat Up Anybody: An Instructional & Inspirational Karate Manual” or HTBAUAIIKM for
As you’ve probably noticed already, the city has been officially taken over by CMJ. Similar to SXSW Festival, except without all the cowboy boots and barbeque (unless you count Dallas BBQ). With hundreds of shows taking place at venues scattered across the city, it can be an overwhelming task just
Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spiritâ€¦probably not.
Keeping up with new music can be an expensive and exhausting process. I love going to shows and hearing about new bands but sometimes it feels like you go out of town for a week and Pitchfork is predicting the second coming. Conversations morph into a bizarre form of one-up-man-ship