Matador Records wass thrilled to announce that it had signed Car Seat Headrest back in September of 2015. Virginian Will Toledo (aka CSH), came to Matador having already crafted an 11-album catalog of staggering depth, all self-released on Bandcamp, which had gained him an obsessive following and over 25,000 downloads –

I like danger and anything I can’t have. But I am afraid of ghosts.  Historically, I’ve been able to evade the supernatural.  But sometimes, because of our circumstances, we can’t always avoid what we don’t want. I spent the weekend at a San Francisco hostel in lower Nob Hill.  My first

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

Hello dear readers in broke-itude! Well, it’s been a busy week here at BAS and even more so for our esteemed Editor-In-Cheap, as he sallies forth on the campaign trail. Stuart’s article in last Wednesday’s Examiner, in particular, elicited an overwhelming response in regards to our city’s lack of urgency

  Nothing is as excruciatingly painful as when those you love turn their back on you. For many of us, San Francisco has done just that. The creators, the artists, the dreamers who took this city as their muse have been given notice. In the past few weeks, even our

The doors may have closed, but the Lex is hardly out of business. Since what was one of the best bars in the Mission was priced out,   it has taken on a new presence as a community ambassador to queer community, offering a thorough resource for Pride going-ons this week.

An excerpt from the zine Behind the Wheel 2: Notes from an Uber/Lyft. Her rating is 4.2. I accept the ride automatically, like I do with all my Uber requests.  The ping comes in and I tap the flashing icon on my iPhone as quickly as possible before it expires.  I

City living is probably the most contentious that it has been since the Gold Rush. Denizens, both old and new, find themselves embattled in one form or another. For many it is a fight to hang on, to fight avaricious landlords. For others it’s a struggle to integrate and negotiate

Apparently the 21 Club is closing. Ain’t that some shit? That is the last bar in the world I would’ve thought would hit the chopping block, mainly because it’s at the corner of “rob someone” and “stab someone”. I wrote about the 21 Club in my book Broke-Ass Stuart’s Guide