If you’re looking for an offbeat, wholesome way to hear some FREE festive holiday honks performed by live tuba players, try TubaChristmas. TubaChristmas can be seen twice this holiday season in San Francisco: 2pm Sunday December 10th at Noe Valley Town Square and 4pm Saturday, December 16th at El Rio.

BY DAVID COPPIN LANEGAN David Coppin Lanegan (@willybillybilliam, @wavesons.band) is a writer and musician. Find his SubStack Jawbone here, and his band Wavesons’ music here.  Thanksgiving has been an official holiday in the United States since 1863 when, in the midst of the Civil War, President Abraham Lincoln declared the last Thursday in

Halloween costumes can be fun, creative, meaningful, and/or festive. Halloween costumes also come with some caveats and the notion that what we wear and what others wear is a two-way street. 

This weekend in SF’s Excelsior District, the city will celebrate Jerry Garcia with Jerry Day and Jerry Nite.  I met one of the organizers, Tom Murphy, at Harmonic Brewery when Dead and Co played their final show at Oracle Park. I knew Jerry Day was a big thing for deadheads,

It’s hard out there to be queer, even in havens like San Francisco, Ann Arbor, Ft. Lauderdale (yes, Florida), or NYC, you’re always going to find anti-LGBTQ+ “humans” and sentiments. But don’t let that stop you from celebrating you and yours. Some of us understand and love that the first

In San Francisco, Saint Patrick’s Day brings us some of the most fun events. You’ll find some traditional and not-so traditional ways to celebrate the holiday throughout the week. With rain in the forecast, I predict we see some epic poncho-filled pub crawls and maybe even a few folks trying

It’s Folsom Street Fair, motherfuckers. Whether you’re about to indulge your polite curiosity or debut your sadomasochism, here’s some of what to expect. Citywide traffic. Throughout the city, hotels and AirBnbs run scarce. Traffic standstills accumulate on South of Market streets beginning early Sunday morning. Freaks from every corner of

I tolerate the heat about as well as a hydrangea. Like many of you without air conditioning, I spent the last few days on my couch in my underwear with the blinds down, shades drawn, and a fan on full-blast aimed at my drooping tits. In Missouri where I grew