Hey, ladies– wanna cruise for hot skater guys in Hawaiian shirts while sipping (read: chugging) some beer and watching awesome bands, all for FREE?  Or maybe you’re a Big Man and jonesing to partake in the last two activities, sans the skater babe-watching?  If so, head on over to House

Allow me to preface what you are about to read with this – By no means am I a music critic, but I do know the potential for something good when I hear it.  And Funeral Party, my friends, sounds good. I’ve never understood the idea of classifying or placing

As 2024 winds down, we’re reflecting on another incredible year of sharing the stories, art, culture, and nightlife that make the Bay Area so unique. BrokeAssStuart.com wouldn’t be what it is without you—our community of readers, supporters, and believers in independent media. This year, instead of asking you to join Patreon

Dance, dance, dance ’til you’re dead! Okay, those are lyrics from the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, but whatevs. So yesterday I was playing with BandMate, the coolest iPhone app ever.  Basically it’s the who/what/when/where/why of live music and includes tiny venues that I would probably never think to check, like Your

Looking for something to do tomorrow night?  How about comedy and watching someone make music with a pencil?  Yeah, you read that right.  Tomorrow Danny Dechi is hosting his weekly comedy show at the Rockit Room on Clement St.  While I don’t know who the comedians will be I do

The Rumble SF is a monthly live music showcase from the people behind NoisePop and Treasure Island Music Festival. It’s been going on for a couple months now at a couple different venues in the city, (and it’s not just limited to SF, apparently) but this month I’m obligated to

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

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

Irrational fears are a difficult subject to talk about with endearment, but somehow St. Mannequins managed to write a beautiful acoustic diddy about getting sucked into space and being eaten by sharks. Tomorrow night, you can see them and Dale Earnhardt Jr. Jr., another band that plays mellow rock, play