What’s the best show you’ve seen at The Independent? I’m honestly having a hard time picking just one favorite. Was it Charles Bradley? Maybe The Devil Makes Three? Or was it Richie Cunning? Hell, I even had my my mayoral campaign kickoff party there. I LOVE the Independent! So I’m very excited

Awesome photo by Tom Tompkins from Liquid Bread I go to Outside Lands just about every year. It’s a great festival because I can get as weird as possible but still sleep in my own bed at night. It’s also fun to take notes on all the strange observations I

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

As I’ve mentioned before I first met The Devil Makes Three many years ago when I lived above a coffee shop in Santa Cruz named Caffe Pergolesi.  The three of them worked downstairs at the cafe, so I got to see them perform a lot at the start of their careers.  Now

As you probably know, we’re big fans of The Devil Makes Three over here at Broke-Ass HQ.  Previously we’ve done a band interview, ticket giveaway and hyped their FREE in-store concerts.  Considering how long I’ve known these cats, I’m super proud of them.  They just played on IFC’s Dinner with

I’ve been a huge Devil Makes Three fan ever since the first time I heard them.  What’s not to love?  They’re solid musicians with melodies that make you wanna hum along and lyrics that cause you to continually join in on the chorus.  Plus their music makes me want to

As an ode to his resolutions and to not be a jerk to his intern any longer, Stuart has proposed a weekly rendevous with yours truly.  Whether it’s going to check out somewhere new, getting some beers or catching a show, we’re going out and blogging the findings. Think of it

During one of the best periods of my live I was living in the attic above Cafe Pergolesi in Santa Cruz.  The cafe was in the center of town and I was a young, single college kid more concerned with partying and getting laid than studying and getting A’s.  Luckily for me