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Vinyl Nation: An Uplifting and Fun New Doc on Resurgence of Vinyl Records
Vinyl Nation, a new documentary by Christopher Boone and Kevin Smokler, opens at a record store in Kansas City. A huge crowd of people is lining up early in the morning. It’s Record Store Day, an annual event when record stores see “record” business. The crowd is upbeat. All are

Record Store Day Vol. 10
A lot of things don’t last; relationships, houseplants, and Trump’s presidency (hopefully). Yet in a world of breakups and deaths, one thing has last for a decade now. Come April 22nd, Record Store Day will be celebrating its 10-year anniversary creating awareness for independent vinyl shops and releasing some really

The 2025 SF Beer Passport is Here!
Step into a world of adventure with the San Francisco Beer Passport. There’s no better way to explore San Francisco than to literally drink it in. This passport is amazing! Each one contains 28 coupons to buy one beer, get a second beer FREE at 28 of the finest locally

FREE Judgement Day Show Tonight at Amoeba in Berkeley
I really don’t know what else to say about Judgement Day that we haven’t already said here, here, and here. Quite simply, they are bad ass! So instead I’ll tell you how I feel about Amoeba: If god had a basement, it would look like Amoeba Records. What used to

FREE Surfer Blood Show at Amoeba Records on Tonight!
Why don’t I ever learn my lesson? If I want to see a show, I should buy tickets at the moment they go on sale. Instead, I put it off, put it off, put it off, the show invariably sells out, and I pout and bitch about the unfairness of

Cheap but not easy: A night with Stuart and the Intern
As an ode to his resolutions and to not be a jerk to his intern any longer, Stuart has proposed a weekly rendevous with yours truly. Whether it’s going to check out somewhere new, getting some beers or catching a show, we’re going out and blogging the findings. Think of it

Free Devil Makes Three show in Berkeley
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