I’m afraid of the beach. I know you didn’t ask, and its likely you don’t care – but it matters. And its irrational. My fear of the beach has no experiential basis. Sure, BP might have added to my phobia, but my fear remains source-less. But Best Coast is my cure. When

Did you know that the SF Weekly, Sunset Promotions, and a bunch of other sponsors I’m too lazy to type out are doing a huge show in North Beach on Sunday?  Me neither.  Seems like someone needs to be doing a lot more promoting in the next four days.  Yadadamean? Regardless, All

Look, I’m not a selfish person. I don’t ask for much, I pay my taxes, I give the occasional financial pledge to the destitute and homeless, I hold doors open for strangers. I do good things. So grant me your understanding and spare me your judgment when I tell you

This Saturday, a very rare and magical thing will happen. Green grass will be seen at McCarren park, wait time at Turkey’s Nest will be less than 5 minutes, and the number of times you think “ZOMG, that’s Zach Galifianakis! Oh… wait, no, it’s not” will be significantly reduced. Siren

Hey, you know what most operas are lacking? Electro pop and 70s gospel. But not in Matt Marks’ opera The Little Death: Vol. 1 at Incubator Arts Project. The play is about two evangelical christian teenagers trying to make their relationship right with the Lord, through songs with catchy hooks

While I like to think of myself as this fly girl who regularly hob knobs with up and coming musicians, I think that sentence right there proves my terminally uncoolness, and the importance of having creative friends. I first heard about Hypernova, as I usually hear about these things, in

Before I officially moved to The Big Apple and realized that a) a subway ride costs more than a beer in my home state Ohio b) Houston is pronounced “Howston” and c) New York State Taxes would make that part of my budget pie chart reserved for entertainment an anorexic

Despite the fact I work across the street from a marina, and look at the water every day, I’ve never been on a boat in New York City. The Staten Island Ferry doesn’t count guys. I’m talking about a real boat, that doesn’t involve a dozens of Melanie Griffith’s rocking