I went to see Charlotte Gainsbourg at the Palace of Fine Arts a few weeks ago and it was the worst thing I’ve ever laid eyes or ears upon. She stood awkwardly with her hands in her pockets, read all her lyrics (honestly, what’s harder to memorize: monologues that you

During one of the best periods of my live I was living in the attic above Cafe Pergolesi in Santa Cruz.  The cafe was in the center of town and I was a young, single college kid more concerned with partying and getting laid than studying and getting A’s.  Luckily for me