From its inception in 1993, Noise Pop has championed independent musicians of all stripes. The annual Noise Pop Music and Arts Festival, once a single night at The Independent (then The Kennel Club), has since become a Bay Area mainstay, featuring an eclectic variety of established and up-and-coming artists. Previous headliners include well-known names

Was your Spotify Wrapped less than flattering this year?  I suggest you add a new band to the rotation.  Sour Widows is Bay Area-based bedroom rock, enriched by elements of folk, shoegaze, and grunge. Composed of childhood friends Maia Sinaiko, Susanna Thomson, and Max Edelman, the group’s longstanding history proves

If you’ve cracked a copy of the San Francisco Chronicle in the last 20 years, you’ve probably been graced by the sharp wit of Don Asmussen.  Asmussen’s comics were featured in Time and The New Yorker before he was hired by the San Francisco Examiner editor Phil Bronstein in 1995.

I got here last night and walked around. SF is a remarkably evocative and unchanging city. I’m sure if you live here it has changed a lot, but from my cursory grasp it feels just like when I lived here.

There was a strong tingle of anticipation in the War Memorial Opera house on opening night. After two years without the pitter pater of ballerinas, without twirling tutus, and rippling Russian violins, The San Francisco Ballet was back performing live, and the excitement was palpable. 

Although Shannon and the Clams’ new album was completed shortly before COVID-19 seized the globe, it wasn’t forged free of tumult. In 2019, Shannon Shaw, the Clams’ magnetic front woman, was driven from her Oakland apartment by a persistent peeping tom. Later, on the eve of the Clams’ tour with

One of San Francisco’s first major fights for housing rights took place just 40 years ago, which culminated on the night of August 4, 1977, when 3,000 activists and students from SFSU and UC Berkeley formed a chain-linked human barricade to protect the I-Hotel residents who were being evicted to

On January 1, 2021, Daphne Gottlieb sent me a message on LinkedIn.  “Happy New Year!,” it read. “I will make this shortish and sweetish. My first novel is coming out on Valentine’s Day. It’s a mix of anonymous sex, po mo theory, Scheherazade and 1001 Nights, and the search for