SUPER EGO Whoever decided to pack Disclosure (charging $50 for a DJ set!), the adorable Martinez Brothers, Easter with the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence, 420 in the Park, two insane undergrounds, and 200 bottomless mimosa brunches into one blurred weekend deserves to be packed into a giant pastel plastic egg and rolled down Mt. Tam. My head feels like a gargantuan green Bunnyzilla hopped upon a ketchup packet, not cute. So here are some brief items of interest before I lay down for just a minute.Read more »
Long before Teddy Roosevelt and Ansel Adams swooned at the beauty of the place, ex-49er and early photographer Carleton Watkins (1829-1916) captured monumental Yosemite Valley for the public's eyes. His stunning 1860s wet-plate negative photos — on view at Stanford's Cantor Arts Gallery April 23-Aug. Read more »
SUPER EGO I've been a huge, squealing, panty-tossing fan of the Bronx-born Martinez Brothers since they were 14 and 17. Don't call NAMBLA: If you've ever seen Chris and Steve work their supreme magic on the turntables, you know these two bopping, smiling dudes have wise old souls and an infectious spirit of musical joy.Read more »
SUPER EGO Who celebrates her 50th birthday by wallowing in a 40-gallon kiddie pool of chocolate pudding at the city's oldest gay bar? Who grew so enthusiastic during a drag number at Trannyshack in 2003 that she bent all the way backward and broke her spine? Who flits so deliciously through the spectrum of sexuality and gender that I last heard her identify herself as an MTFTM Nearsighted Bi-Polar Bear With Vampiric Tendencies?Read more »
It's gotten so that I'm terrified of my own Facebook. Every time I refresh, it seems another artist is leaving the city. Last month alone it was two drag queens, a photographer, a painter, a couple writers, a gaggle of DJs, a singer. And actors, always actors. There have been fabulous farewell parties or simply abrupt messages. "I just bought a house in Austin." "Think I'm gonna love Seattle." "Chicago's where my head's at now." "Any hookups with Bushwick collectives?"Read more »
Look, we know how it is. Sometimes you just need to get out there -- at whatever time it is -- and grab a dang drink. Fret no more: Here's our handy guide to getting a little tipsy on, round-the-clock.
I have so much to say about how much influence house originator Frankie Knuckles had on the SF scene (and basically the entirety of my life) -- but I'm still so much affected and in shock at his passing, that I think the best way to work it all out is, as usual, hitting the dancefloor. Let's come together this weekend and celebrate the Godfather's warm and joyous gift of music.
I'm figuring the spirits will be coming down at every party happening this week, but these are my personal recommendations:
SUPER EGO Three signs that our nightlife spring has sprung, sure as the annual return of the swallows to Blow Buddies: the Sunset season opener party, Hard French's outdoor re-emergence, and the star-studly LGBT Center gala Soiree.Read more »
The Commonwealth Club announced the nominees in six categories for its definitive Califonia Book Awards today -- and as usual it's full of stuff I'm dying to read. Why are literary awards, in particular, among the sharpest admonishments for wasting one's life on social media?
Well, screw you, Reza Aslan, and your Fox News-incinerating Zealot: The Life and Times of Jesus of Nazareth -- I've Pinterested allthe parody Kimye Vogue covers and publicly dissected that "Black Jeopardy" skit from last week's SNL on Facebook.