Lately, I’ve been romanticizing the pre-cellphone, pre–social media era. You know, the days before smartphones. Remember when friends would just drop by? How rad was that?

For those of you who don’t already know about the Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival happening in Golden Gate Park this weekend, where the heck have you been? Hiding under a rock? This is only the biggest, and not to mention FREE Bluegrass Festival in the entire country! From Friday, September 30th until

I’ve got some awesome news! We received a grant from the Civic Joy Fund to put out a literary magazine celebrating SF and acting to counter the stupid “Doom Loop” narrative. It’s a gift to the people of San Francisco. And after months of working on this project it’s now available

The Redhook waterfront isn’t very bayou-like. The closet you’ll see to a catfish is a rat that fell in the water, and Ikea doesn’t stock itself with Cyprus trees. But this weekend, The Jalopy Music Theatre is going to be alive with the man made sounds of the bayou. The

I’ve been spending my lunch in Trinity Cemetery hanging out with the ghosts of Alexander Hamilton and Robert Fulton. Alexander denies he ever had dreadlocks in his youth in the Caribbean, and Robert Fulton keeps trying to convince me to buy steam powered technology. I told him him I don’t

The typical, maligned vision of the indie music fan revolves around not their cultivated taste, but the seemingly-unavoidable musical elitism that that cultivated taste induces. They know too damn much. And they knew it before you did, which is why they got upset when Wilco got big and Modest Mouse

Despite the fact I work across the street from a marina, and look at the water every day, I’ve never been on a boat in New York City. The Staten Island Ferry doesn’t count guys. I’m talking about a real boat, that doesn’t involve a dozens of Melanie Griffith’s rocking