Rolling Would Be More Fun If Not For Modern Torture By Darci Flatley I wanted to be abducted so badly—pulled into a bright-blue chandelier that looked like a collection of sea glass, and left to float within, running my fingers through individual gems to hear them clink and chime. The

We like poetry (we swear) and we’re making space for it, too. Today’s Broke-Ass poet is local author and “busy, somewhat overfed crepuscular passerine,” Curt Hopkins. III. The paranoid dead From the broken soil spirits whisper, Goth and Magothy are the kings of the Unclean Nations. The dead are the

The Seshen has been a Bay Area fixture since the release of its self-titled album in 2012, a rapturous fusion of R&B, synth pop, soul and electronica. Inspired by the likes of Little Dragon and Erykah Badu, the six-piece band owes its origin story to vocalist Lalin St. Juste and producer-bassist Akiyoshi

Spiritualized played two nights this week at the Fillmore and yes, Everything was beautiful like their most recent album title. I can’t imagine a better venue for them in SF than The Fillmore with those cool chandeliers and disco balls. My favorite sound system in the city, grand and powerful!

What do you think of when you think of a “variety show”? Various performers set the stage ranging from singers, dancers, and other types of performance art. But to create the ultimate variety show, there’s more to it than a variety of performers. The perfect variety show has a magic

What happens when you enroll your dog in circus school? You learn party tricks, build a bond, have a whole lot of fun, and also go through some rigorous behavioral training. My Scottish terrier, Jasper, has been clowning around at Canine Circus School in Oakland: training under ring-leader Francis Metcalf;

This goes out to all the dreamers who have dreamt of permanent creative maker spaces in the Bay Area. While the fabric of The Bay Area’s artistic communities has repeatedly been at risk of being pushed out, a newly formed space called Seaport Studios in Richmond is here to stay.

Two tarnished cat dolls sit opposite one another and exchange silent squeals. Their fur is matted and mottled with age, yet their crimson lips appear freshly lacquered. The cat on the right inexplicably raises an arm, exposing a yellowed tag with loose threading. As seemingly promised by the Oakland post-punk