Usually I ask a bunch of broke-ass musicians to give you advice on how to become a musician. Stupid. The blind leading the blind. (I just mistyped blind as “bling.” If only it were the bling leading the bling). Today I talk to someone who actually made good on his

Video may have killed the radio star, but the [Un]Observed is prying the nails out of the coffin with one amazing sound program at a time. Collaborating with the Guardian UK and gleaning its content from many renowned sources (i.e. the leading journalists, producers and audiophiles from around the world),

The Homestead is one of my favorite bars in the City.  Sure part of that is because it’s only a few blocks from my house, but the other part is that it’s just a kick-ass bar.  I was there last night getting some drinks with a buddy when I saw

Do you like $1 beers? How about Soul music? I bet you do. But have you ever played with a four foot tall game of Connect Four? Well Wednesday is your chance! Come out to Doc’s Clock on Wednesday night for all the shit I mentioned above plus some prizes

Screenprinting, fermenting, hot-gluing, oh my! This month is like a DIY lover’s entry to Oz, a land where everything is more colorful because of spraypaint, mosaic tiles, and vintage fabric. Did you read that NY Times article about how we can’t grow up and get “real” jobs? Well, I don’t

In case you’ve been living in the Penguin exhibit at the California Academy of Sciences, you might not have noticed that San Francisco’s finally starting to come around to summer weather. Which means all those street festivals that seemed to be scheduled late in the season actually start to make

Here’s the deal. My friends Avery Monsen and Jory John wrote a genius little book called “All My Friends Are Dead.” I bought it years ago, back when it was a zine and these dudes were the funniest guys I knew. Now it’s a book (their second  published by Chronicle