I’m not drinking right now. I know, I must have finally fallen off my rocker, right? I’m going insane for this diet I’m on and I’m totally trying to do everything I can, but I’m still having a hard time showing off my…feathers. If you know what I’m saying. Here’s

Rare is the day that this city feels tropical, but there exists a fair-sized contingent that hails from the beautiful Hawai’ian isles to the west that, with their beautiful culture, warms us frigid mainlanders and imagine that we live in a kinder warmer place. Saturday, August 15, Patrick Makuakane and

I hate “Fashion”.  Fashion is for people who don’t have any style.  Follow me here.  See fashion is what’s sold to you by a team of marketers, manufacturers, CEOs and twit designers.  It takes a team of highly paid individuals to swindle large masses of people into thinking that something

Imagine taking a vacation to an island that’s a dark and steamy jungle, filled with tropical foliage and tame animals. You’re cozying up next to the fire pit, sipping a freshly squeezed mojito surrounded by the attractive natives. Sound appealing? Well, you’re poor and that’s probably not going to happen

Let’s face it, being a DJ is WAY easier than being in a band.  You have no one to argue with but yourself, you don’t have heavy shit to lug around other than your records, and you get to keep whatever money you make without splitting it five ways.  Fuck,

Welcome to the second installation of our three part series, Dolores Park Etiquette.  This week we are focusing on Hipster Hill: Dolores Park used to be for everyone. A place where hippies, junkies, hipsters, moms, kids, dogs, tennis players, garbage collectors, creepster wack job drum circles and everyone in between

It’s a shame that more bars don’t have some sort of food beyond pretzels and potato chips.  Apparently, once upon a time all bars had to have some form of food (like the scary,electric purple, yet satisfying pickled egg) to have a license and most other countries have similar setups

If talking about things like records, the history of records, your record collection or just how much vinyl you do own, you’re more than likely chained to an obsession. The record player, a now antiquated, dying, and chic machine, is bigger than ever these days. Now its time to stack