Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit — probably not.

On Saturday, February 18th, experimental rock singer, Zola Jesus will be performing at Webster Hall. The 22 year-old, Russian-American from Wisconsin has released three EP’s and three full-length albums since her teenage years. Her latest album, “Conatus” has received positive reviews from music critics and fans alike. Heather Phares from

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

Picture an afternoon filled with swing dancing, tea, finger sandwiches and jazz music on vintage New York City subway trains. This Saturday, December 17th, Levy’s Unique New York will make this offbeat combination a reality. Beginning at 12pm, folks will gather at the F line’s 2nd Avenue Station on the

I don’t know about you, but I like my social and political commentary with some rhinestones and jazz hands.  For this reason, Los Angeles-based collective My Barbarian is totally awesome.  Using theatrical performance and video installations to comment on historical dilemmas and current political crises, the trio– Malik Gaines, Jade

I’m always looking for ways to work out some energy by hitting the dance floor without paying the price of my first-born child for a drink, and sometimes just dancing around my living room is not enough. So, when I feel the need to get down to some old school

You had me at “Drunken.” Dempsey’s in the East Village is known for their Wednesday pub trivia night… and the title just makes me happy. The Drunken Smart Ass Olympics prides itself on the diverse topic range of the questions and since you can have 5 in your team, I

Now that the International Bar has closed its backyard for construction, I’ve been trying to find another dive in the East Village where I may be able to smoke my cigarettes and drink my whiskey and sodas leisurely. And luckily I found that dive only two blocks down 1st Ave.

In hindsight, I believe the logic used to implement this idea went like this: “I am a cheapskate who wants to explore NYC, but I’m deathly scared of bedbugs. No furniture equals no hidden places that those darn cretins can hide.” This is a valid concern since bedbugs are known