Have you seen the DIY signs around town which say such things as “You Are Amazing! Listen to The Happys” or simply “Listen 2 The Happys”? Well, I got curious and found out more about them and the band behind it all. San Francisco’s The Happys started out in the

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

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

I maybe listened to 311 once. I was in the small town of Ocean Beach, near San Diego, at a gathering in an abandoned mechanic’s garage and it was my 21st birthday. How apropos. The 311 song that found its way looped on the boombox, and in my brain, was the

So, you’ve seen what Laura S., an East Coast native, had to say about East Coast beaches, but I’d like to offer my perspective, a San Diegan transplant to NYC, on the beaches of California (mostly Southern- as opposed to my analysis of the Long Beaches of Long Island and

It wasn’t until about 2005 or so, deep in the throes of the SECOND Bush  administrations warmongering and muckery that “The 90s” began to have a discernible feel and quality.  We had gotten enough of a distance away from living in them that we could see them from a subjectively