Earthless - who dat? The San Diego-dwelling Tee Pee artists play lengthy instrumentals, part free form, part planned - it's improv rock 'n' roll for those hankering for more of the acid-rockin' goodness that Blue Cheer, Hawkwind, Cream, Zep, Acid Mothers Temple, and so many other heads have explored, emerging with wild red-veined eyes. Read more »
I realize that the mayor of San Francisco has all sorts of reasons why he doesn't want to offend the United States Armed Services (might embarass Nancy Pelosi or Dianne Feinstein). And I realize that past mayors have been friendly to the Blue Angels and supportive of Fleet Week as a revenue-generator for the city.
But this letter , which the folks at PRO-SF got through a sunshine request, is over the top.
Designer toilet lid covers: a stylish new commode-ity?
I know. On the surface, it's another pisspoor excuse for bad punning, a miserable plastic something or other you don't really need. So, if you're feeling socially responsible, you might want to ignore this fantastic new product . . . join hands with your fellow mans, recline in the park with your head resting on a djembe, somnolently chant and defy Time, and drop an occasional al fresco deuce. Namaste. Read more »
While Neil Hamburger, the oldest and most haggard to receive the title “America’s Youngest Comedian,” is generally enough to handle on his own, having an act like Pleeseasaur (hardly related to the plesiosaur, ancient Loch Ness monster-resembling reptile of the underwater world) open for him felt overstimulating. Read more »
Every year in September, Girls Incorporated holds its Women of Taste event at the terraced gardens of Oakland Museum to support young girls in Alameda County, encouraging them to be "strong, smart, and bold." It doesn't hurt to be a patron (matron?) to the cause when it involves three levels of catered food from Bay Area restaurants on a slightly breezy Saturday night in the East Bay.
So says Chicken John Rinaldi, who has just spent the last month running around like the proverbial headless chicken, as he tries to reconcile reality, which is messy and imperfect, with public financing law, which is rigorous and well-ordered.
Chicken John Rinaldi back in the pre-public financing day when he and his fake moustache had time to chill out at the Temple Bar and educate people, including Fog City' Read more »
Folsom Street Fair gives rise to oh-so-many surreal experiences -- nightmares made real, for some, perhaps. Fantasy dreamscapes for others. And yet: Barbra Streisand crowding toward the Eagle piss trough? File under "What the fuck for fabulous."
So it wasn't my mary-joe-wanna truffle kicking in after all ....