A man alone in the wilderness bends fearlessly over a precipice, planning his first move. “First,” he says, squinting into the sun, “I must find my bearings.” With a no river in sight, he bounds down the edge of the sheer drop and begins his search for nourishment.
By Steven T. Jones
Leave it to the poets to find just the right few words, which is what punk legend, performance artist, and former mayoral candidate Jello Biafra did in today's Chronicle. In an article on how Chicken John is running for mayor, Biafra distilled down the perfect pair of descriptors for Mayor Gavin Newsom: mean and shallow. Read more »
In a perfect world, the Smashing Pumpkins’ residency at the Fillmore that begins next week would start not with one of the band’s nu-skool eyeliner anthems like “United States” or “God and Country,” but with James Iha and D’arcy Wretsky taking the stage, throwing their replacements off, kicking Billy Corgan in the groin, and then diving straight into “Jellybelly.”
Unfortunately, the chances of that happening are about as good as Corgan growin Read more »
Carolyn Knee, the poster girl for how the Ethics Commission is unethically treating treasurers of grassroots campaigns, goes once more before the Ethics Commission at a hearing starting at 5:30 p.m. Read more »
I'd always enjoyed Maria McKee's former band, the under-appreciated rootsy rockers Lone Justice, but my moment of conversion--- much like it was for countless others, I'd wager--- arrived in the form of her contribution to the Pulp Fiction soundtrack, "If Love is a Red Dress (Hang Me in Rags)."
By Steven T. Jones
Years in development and 600 pages thick, the Eastern Neighborhoods Plan Draft Environmental Impact Report is a policy wonk's wet dream, but perhaps a tad inaccessible for most people. That's too bad because this is the plan that could determine whether there will still be jobs and homes for the working class 20 years from now, or whether policymakers will let the free market continue to gentrify the city. Read more »
A few years ago, a friend of mine lost most of his fingers when a firecracker went off in his right hand. Having gone to his house just minutes after the accident (and therefore seen the gory aftermath), it was hard to imagine a more gruesome, traumatic accident. And knowing he was a right-handed graphic designer, it was hard to imagine one more tragic.
Of course, that is, until I heard about the accident that befell Roisin Isner, drummer for the San Francisco band Tinkture. Read more »
As Andy Cabic and co. tuned up for another gentle folk-rock Vetiver jam Tuesday night at The Independent, my housemate gushed, "I feel like I'm at a real rock concert!"
Indeed, there was something pro about Vetiver's set - it was some combination of a balanced, generous song list, tight arrangements, the Independent's sharply defined sound, and the large crowd swaying to music that so conjures Northern California's finest elements. Read more »