I know the summer isn’t technically over until September 22, but I’m going to go ahead and draw a line in the sand here and now.  THE BUCK STOPS HERE, as that racist bastard Harry Truman would say.  In fact, these words were carved on a sign he had in

There are few bars in the Castro that don’t give me the willies. While on vacation in San Francisco before moving here I went into Badlands. Innocently fooled by the large crowd, it got me thinking that it may be a somewhat respectable establishment. On my trek through the bar

If you’re looking for FREE malt liquor and music, Williamsburg and Greenpoint are delivering on Thursday night. Colt 45 x Vice x Wowch Party The designs on Wowch shirts look like the love children of truck stop gas station figurines getting it on–and I mean this is the most awesome

We here at Broke-Ass Stuart remember a kinder, gentler, funkier time when there was an entire network devoted to playing awesome new music videos. Men named Pinfield and women named Idalis would introduce block after block of original music videos from various genres interspersed with interviews with musicians and video

Not everyone loves The Sartorialist as I do. Yes, he can seem slightly elitist, snobby and has a somewhat bizarre fascination with pocket squares and old Milanese men. It is true as well that most of his “street shots” are of fashion editors, Italian heiresses or models pushing their bikes

Grace McLean has a voice that could launch a thousand ships filled with history’s greatest jazz musicians.  Perched on the precarious edge of ‘œabout to make it big,’ Grace is still a broke-ass like us and tickets are still cheap.  This Wednesday night, you can see her at Joe’s Pub

I’ll be guest bartending on Wednesday night at Elixir for a fundraiser that’s being put on by The League of Young Voters.  If you’re not familiar with them, their goal is to empower young people nationwide to participate in the democratic process and create progressive political change on the local,

At first, I thought there was a weird amount of Nick Cave albums on the jukebox at Holiday Cocktail Lounge (or anything released after 1980). I changed my mind as I watched the late owner (who was over 90) drink from one of the Burger King Lord of the Rings