Herman Dune’s first album in 7 years is a tribute to Southern California that will make you fall in love with the west coast all over again.   David Ivar  has spent most of their life on the road performing under pseudonym, “Herman Dune”. Dune hit the ground running – bringing

By Kelly O’Grady San Francisco has been fertile ground for cartoonists since the underground comix scene of the 1960’s. That’s why I moved to San Francisco in the first place. I wanted to relive perhaps the grooviest time of Comics history. I wanted to sit in an obscure coffee shop

Max Madame harnesses the power of their pussy to create a unique and playful art form, captivating audiences with the strength and talent of their pussy, earning them the title of Oakland’s very own ‘Pussy Stunt Artist.’

Guest post by Jordan Ranft Alex Fraknoi, aka Frak, started his foray into hip-hop at thirteen on Kanyetalk.com, an online forum dedicated to Mr. West’s music and celebrity. It was the same forum, in fact, on which the members of BROCKHAMPTON met. Frak, was friends with Kevin Abstract, front-man for the

Hearts went up all over San Francisco on Valentines Day, and not because overpriced flowers were getting delivered to the 30th floors of financial district hi-rises.  It was because an SF ‘craftivist’ (craft + political activist) made and hung nearly 700 little, pink, knit hearts all over our city with

Welcome to Bay of the Living Dead, a regular column about the horror genre. The column returns after a two month hiatus. Glad to be back! Few filmmakers can match the stunning visual beauty of Mario Bava, the Italian auteur who made a number of horror films in Italy during the 1960s

The Pediatric Emergency Department at Zuckerberg San Francisco General Hospital got some new murals by an SF muralist and local favorite Sirron Norris.  Norri’s style is unmistakable, just ask anyone who lives in the mission or NOPA sabout ‘those murals with the blue bears or bunnies.” As described by the

You’re in a small, brown, clapboard cabin, or possibly the hold of a ship. There are twisting passageways of bookshelves lined with sugarcoated classics and newspapers covered in blackness — redacted or perhaps burnt. Meanwhile the teachings of Jesus and other religious materials sit unmolested. Reflective plastic sheets bounce distorted,