BEER + WINE This is the kind of Facebook post we've come to expect from Sutton Cellars in Dogpatch: "After a birthday party at the winery last night, helping to break up a skinhead girl fight at Slim's while watching Hepcat, and staying way past last call at Nopa ... We'll be opening a little late today. Come join us for Sutton and soda."Read more »
The eighth annual Symbiosis Gathering -- part outdoor music festival, part rave on a lake, part yoga retreat, part art project, part green conference, all pretty amazing -- happens this weekend. I wrote about it in last week's paper (especially about my enthusiasm for the music lineup, including Mount Kimbie, Polica, Hudson Mohawke, Matias Aguayo, STS9, Thugfucker, and a ton more).It's a creative explosion!
I caught up with Symbiosis producer Kevin KoChen to get a little more interdimensional with the fest's vibe.
"Underground" doesn't just mean night, doesn't just mean music, doesn't just mean hip/trendy byword. If you want a jolt of that old-fashioned DIY charge that parties used have in San Francisco, I highly recommend a stop by Zinefest this weekend in the County Fair building in Golden Gate Park. You'll feel punky, nerdy, hip, creative, and cute all at once. The only thing missing is "loud" -- but you'll be shouting in your head how neat everything is.
Oh, and if the Twirl and Dip ice cream truck is nearby, you can dance for joy with a giant sprinkle-topped sundae. Who needs clubs at all? Well anyway, here's some parties.
Ah, the sweet rainbow flavor of comeuppance. As the fascinating and part-tragic, part-inspiring saga of Chelsea Manning continues to unfold, at least one portion of the struggle has reached a satisfying conclusion.
As always, the party cup overfloweth in SF as burners make their annual migration into the sea of funfur and sparklepants. Besides the great shindigs listed in the paper in this week's Super Ego nightlife column, here are a few more stones to throw at your Exodus hangover ...
SUPER EGO Anyone who's gone to grab my ass and resurfaced 20 minutes later with a handful of vintage Safeway plastic bags and several torn free condom wrappers holding pre-chewed wads of Gonzo Grape Bubblicious knows I'm not really into "bling," as the kids these days say in 1997. Who needs $525 Alejandro Ingelmo gold-trimmed "Tron" sneakers when you can just wear discarded DSW boxes! Cheap and proud lady right here.Read more »