Let me just get this out of the way now. Yes, Kelli Rudick used to date Khaki King. But fucking a chick who’s sold a bunch of records is one the least important things about Kelli. The important thing is the music. Good god is it the music! If you
I’ve been meaning to go to Beach Blanket Babylon ever since I moved to the City. I still haven’t though. It’s generally just too damn expensive. Luckily, my friend (who will remain nameless so they don’t get fired over the flask reference) just informed me that, on Sundays, tickets are
I am extremely excited to announce the release of The Delicious Card! Delicious cardholders get awesome deals at over 30 of your favorite SF eateries! Membership is a great way to explore new places, support local businesses, and support local journalism.
By the nature of our strange little micro-climate, San Francisco is not really an “outside” city. Forecasters have all but given up on accurately predicting the each day’s weather, and every time you leave the house you must bring at least a couple layers, just in case. That’s why when the weather
Once a week we present Broke-Ass Porn. It’s visually stimulating material for the financially impaired. If this shit doesn’t get you going, you’re not as broke as you thought: What do you do when you need to be satisfied in two totally different ways and you haven’t a penny to
First off, just in case you were wondering, last’s night’s Mos Def/Curtis Mayfield party was off the hook. I damn near sweat through my clothes because I was dancing so much. Curtis Mayfield does that to a motherfucker. Ya know? It’s seeming like Thursday night should be a pretty
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 spiritâ€¦probably not.
I have the unfortunate distinction of having known Jason King for many, many years. I knew him when he was a long haired metal head who wore nothing but Pantera and Cannibal Corpse t-shirts. I was around for his brief and, dare I say, mediocre foray into motorcycle maintenance. Hell,
Since today’s feature is a haiku that Monica penned about the delicious yo-yo’s we always get at Bender’s, I figured I’d dig up my old zine and transcribe what I wrote about the bar before it got fire bombed. Here it is: Bender’s: 800 South Van Ness @ 19th St. Relatively