What do you get when you combine the strumming of washboards set ablaze, a 5-gallon bucket and marching band bass drum with a real Reverend and Kentucky Colonel who can play any stringed instrument from the last 150 years? You are bestowed with the unparalleled blend of bluesy folk, ragtime

Val Kilmer is standing on the stage of the Clay Theater and his microphone won’t work. He slumps over, hanging his arms, the classic representation of comical dejection. From the packed house comes a feminine voice, shouting: “I’m your huckleberry!” Without missing a beat, Kilmer mimes and mouths back: “No,

Sick of big box stores? Ballin’ on a budget? Queen of the deals? Second hand Santa? Then you’re probably aware of the vast universe of obtainment that is Craigslist. If you’ve done business on Craigslist you know there’s the few regular possibilities that can occur from posting, shopping and/or transacting;

By Mar-Li Pitcher and Lauryn Petrie  Red banners wave and the exuberant crowd’s cheers of “Make America Great Again” rise to the rafters. The working-class descendants of the Mayflower feel that they have finally found their king. Xenophobia and fear fuel their rabid enthusiasm. Meanwhile, outside, homeless people are having their

From ridiculous families and holiday benders to homicidal Santas, not every Christmas movie is full of cheer and presents, and that’s not a bad thing. Sometimes you just need a little extra flavor in a monotonous cinematic category that understandably touts joy and gift-giving, and then sometimes you just say,

Jeremy Novy is a brilliant gay street artist; his work, among other things, looks at queer identity. His leatherman stencil graces the exterior of the famous STUDSF bar South of Market

Saturday, December 17th @ Milk Bar SF.
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We’ve got Nazi fails, we’ve got Klan accidents, we’ve got good old fascists acting a fool! Tonight, on White Supremacist Bloopers!