Every spring, myself and a handful of other professionals with careers across art and multi-media volunteer our time to mentor students at Washington High School’s Multimedia Art Academy in Fremont. As part of this program, mentor’s introduce themselves and talk about what they are working on with a group of

Many of us have been starved from seeing art in the flesh these past years. (Yes it will have been fucking years (plural) this March since the first lockdown began). So you may be thinking of breaking out and going to look at the beautiful and creative things that our

“No artist is pleased … There is only a queer divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.” ― Martha Graham “I’m a music producer because I’m such a music fan,” says Oakland-based musician Dax Pierson. “Since I like a lot

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.