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The second largest show of the Grolsch #ChooseInteresting Music Series presented by Turnstyle Music Group, takes place at 8pm tonight at Williamsburg’s Brooklyn Bowl. Expect to witness electrifying performances from up-and-coming indie r...
The second largest show of the Grolsch #ChooseInteresting Music Series presented by Turnstyle Music Group, takes place at 8pm tonight at Williamsburg’s Brooklyn Bowl. Expect to witness electrifying performances from up-and-coming indie rock bands, including psychedelic headliner The Stepkids, King Holiday, Every Flavor Weather Machine, AK47, and Massively Epic. Advance tickets are currently on sale for $8 ($10 at the door), which includes an automatic entry to win 2 passes to the Bonnaroo Music & Arts Festival from June 13-16, courtesy of Red Light Management & Turnstyle Music Group! Also, Grolsch beer will be on tap for one night only at the Brooklyn Bowl. So remember to drink up, kids. The first show to kick off the #ChooseInteresting Music Series took place on Thursday, March 21st, featuring Alberta Cross, The Candles, and Marlowe Grey. It was confirmed that singer Norah Jones was in the audience to show support to Alberta Cross and The Candles, who were on tour with her. So you never know who might show up tonight. For more information about the Grolsch #ChooseInteresting Music Series, visit www.chooseinterestingmusic.com. Remember to use the #ChooseInteresting hashtag if you want to see your picture on the site and the Grolsch NYC Facebook page. Also, stay updated with Turnstyle Music Group via Facebook and Twitter: @TurnStyleMusic. Grolsch #ChooseInteresting Music Series Wednesday, May 22nd at 8pm Price: $8 Advance ($10 at the door) Brooklyn Bowl 61 Wythe Ave. (between N11th & N12th) [Williamsburg] Photo Credit: www.chooseinterestingmusic.com
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Usulutan Restaurant A couple of weeks ago, as part of my 24th Street Series, I wrote about La Palma Mexicatessen.  An eatery-cum-corner store, it was and is an exemplar of good, authentic food.  In addition, it exemplifies the old gu...
Usulutan Restaurant A couple of weeks ago, as part of my 24th Street Series, I wrote about La Palma Mexicatessen.  An eatery-cum-corner store, it was and is an exemplar of good, authentic food.  In addition, it exemplifies the old guard which is being not-so-slowly pushed out by the new.  For the sake of juxtaposition, I then wrote about Pig and Pie, a recently minted joint which seemed to embody the rapid carpet-bagging of 24th Street. This week, I went back in the opposite direction away from gentrification, to a long-time fixture on the northeast corner of Harrison and 24th, called Usulutan Restaurant.  It proved, based on my first and possibly only visit, that the enduring presence of a restaurant isn’t necessarily predicated upon the quality of what’s in the offering (Salvadoran food, in this case). Upon entering on a Monday evening, I was immediately struck by two things: first, the utter desolation of the place.  Dappled, fading sunshine illuminated the bareness of the interior, whose population consisted solely of one waitress walking slowly between formica tables, the absent-minded swipe of her damp rag keeping time with the tectonic shift of the muffin top perched above the bedazzling embroidered upon her low-rise jeans.  The second was an overpowering reek of disinfectant which nearly caused me to swivel on my heel and return from whence I came.  I swallowed, and resigned myself to mouth-breathing for the next 30 minutes. The food, while not terrible, had a spirit-crushing blandness that’s almost worse than outright shittiness.  I’ve always loved the word pupusa; there’s a sensuality in that array of consonants and vowels that is thoroughly undermined by the reality: a flat, mushy disc of corn meal stuffed with a grey mush allegedly consisting of carbon-based sustenance. I came away from Usulutan feeling bloated but oddly unsatisfied from my meal, a sensation having to do with its dispiriting flavor-shortfall and also, I suspect, it’s complete lack of nutritional value.  Unlocking my bicycle, I was able to breath through my nostrils again, savoring the un-sterilized, fetid aromas of the Mission as they’re meant to be smelled. Usulutan Restaurant 2990 24th Street (@ Harrison) [The Mission] SF
about 3 hours ago
Yep, eighty-three years ago today, Harvey Bernard Milk was born in Woodmere, Long Island, New York.  Although he had a successful career on Wall Street, it wasn’t until he gave it all up to join the hippies and move out to San Francisco,...
Yep, eighty-three years ago today, Harvey Bernard Milk was born in Woodmere, Long Island, New York.  Although he had a successful career on Wall Street, it wasn’t until he gave it all up to join the hippies and move out to San Francisco, that he found his true happiness and eventually change the world as the mayor of Castro Street. Like so many of us today, Harvey was broke most of his later life.  He walked to City Hall to save money, almost always had matching holes in his shoes and socks, wore hand me down suits, and barely ate.  Well-acquainted with financial hardship, his commitment to accessibility for everyone extended from his camera store to the supervisors chambers. To honour the late supervisor Books, Inc, has joined forces with the Harvey Milk Democratic Club to celebrate his birthday with a party he would have probably loved- a free one, with the whole neighbourhood invited.  After all, he clearly enjoyed a good party, as can plainly bee seen in vintage shots of him at the fair or promenading with the always-divine Sylvester. Things kick off at Books, Inc. with a discussion and book signing of An Archive of Hope: Harvey Milk’s Speeches and Writings with co-editors, Jason Edward Black and Charles E. Morris III plus Harvey’s speechwriter, Frank Robinson and photographer Dan Nicoletta. The the disco ball comes down across the street, at the Lookout with a birthday bash hosted by the Milk Club featuring a raffle, snacks, birthday cake and some fab sets spun by resident DJ Tisdale and dynamic duo Steve Fabus and Sergio Fedasz from Go Bang! Whee! AND before you pop over to the bookstore make sure to stop in at the GLBT History Museum for FREE  admission all day and special exhibits on Harvey. An Archive of Hope Book Signing 7:30 p.m.- 9:00 p.m. Books, Inc. 2275 Market Street (@ 16th Street) [Castro/ Eureka Valley] SF FREE Harvey Milk’s Birthday Party! 9:00 p.m.- 12:00 a.m. The Lookout 3600 16th Street (@ Market) [Castro/ Eureka Valley] SF FREE
about 3 hours ago
While Instagram would be the perfect name for a pot delivery service, Kevin Systrom and Mike Krieger got there first when they created the app that both let’s you be your own Garry Winogrand, and brag to your friends about what you...
While Instagram would be the perfect name for a pot delivery service, Kevin Systrom and Mike Krieger got there first when they created the app that both let’s you be your own Garry Winogrand, and brag to your friends about what you had for second lunch. I’m an Instagram junkie myself, in fact, you should follow me. Are you interested in learning what the fellas who revolutionized the way we interact with our world have to say? I am! That’s why I’m giving out a pair of premium tickets to A #Nofilter Conversation with the Founders of Instagram. The details of this Inforum event are below and below that is the entry form. Winner will be notified on Friday, so if you don’t win, you can buy tickets here. From the devastating aftermath of Hurricane Sandy to your Sunday eggs Benedict in the Mission, Instagram is documenting the world around us. Since its release in October 2010, this digital filter app is reported to have surpassed 100 million registered users, with peak uploads at over 200 photographs per second — launching co-founders Mike Krieger and Kevin Systrom to nearly insta-fame. And their eye-catching communications platform has not left the limelight. Despite media feeding frenzys over Instagram’s $1 billion dollar acquisition by Facebook and a controversial policy-change announcement in December 2012, heightened scrutiny doesn’t seem to be keeping users at bay. Join @mikeyk and @kevin for a conversation with #nofilter at the Castro Theatre. Location: Castro Theatre, 429 Castro St. Time: 6 p.m. check-in, 6 p.m. premium ticket reception, 7 p.m. program Cost: General Admission:$25 non-members, $15 members. Priority Seating: $45 non-members, $30 members. Premium (priority seating and VIP reception with Systrom and Krieger – limited number available): $80 non-members, Image courtesy of photographer Cody Pickens Win Tix to A #Nofilter Conversation with the Founders of Instagram You need to enable javascript to enter this campaign !Powered by PromoSimple.
about 18 hours ago
Being a Broke Ass - It’s elementary, my dear. Abstinence. From fancy ass parties in the Meatpacking District where a gin and tonic will set you back fourteen bucks. Blue, purple. Blue, purple. Blue, purple. AKA – all you see ...
Being a Broke Ass - It’s elementary, my dear. Abstinence. From fancy ass parties in the Meatpacking District where a gin and tonic will set you back fourteen bucks. Blue, purple. Blue, purple. Blue, purple. AKA – all you see after a particularly draining day of job hunting on Craigslist. Crocodile Lounge. You know after you drink all that delicious beer, you’re going to want something to munch on – why not shoot two birds with one stone with Croc’s free-pizza-with-a-beer-deal? Speaking of food … Dollar pizza is the broke-ass’s best friend. Eating at home. Every night. Instead of out with your friends. Who don’t have student loans. Come to think of it, E could also stand for envy. Flirting your way into a round of shots or beers at the bar (compliments of that dude (or gal) whose pants you were busy charming off). Ladies and gents, this is what bars were put on this earth for. Groupon. If you must see a movie theater movie, hit up Groupon for their occasional 2 for 1 deals. Hustle. Broke-itude is a temporary state of being for the hustler. Those guys doing acrobatics on every car of the subway are probably raking it in. Ice cream for dinner. Because it’s all you had left in the fridge. And it’s delicious and you can totally justify this to the aren’t-you-on-a-diet voice in your head and it kind of makes sense. Jobs, duh. One’s never enough! Kicking pigeons. Is a no-cost, surprisingly good time had by all (except maybe the pigeons). And – my animal loving friends – it never actually hurts the pigeons because contrary to their balloon-like figures, they are rather quick on the uptake when a giant foot comes hurtling their way. Believe me, I’ve tried. It is maddening. Limos. HA! Just kidding – did you not read the title of this article? Multivitamins. Because there’s no way in hell you’re actually eating right on a $5 a day meal plan. New York City. Where you’ll feel normal for forking over 50 to 75% of your income in rent. Let’s not think too much about this one mmkay. Open bars. ‘Nuff said. Papaya Dog. Cheap, cheap, cheap, and totally disgusting in the best (but most of the time, worst) possible ways. Quarantine, n. Used in a sentence: You might find yourself feeling as if you are in quarantine when all your friends can afford to go to Coachella, Bonnaroo, and Governor’s Ball, and you’re stuck going to Four Knots all by yourself. Refer back to letter “e”. Ramen. Top Ramen, that is. Still working your way up to Ippudo. Scoutmob. If you dropped all your cash on a smart phone, you might as well use this handy app to save you at least 50% off cool places to eat. Tradesies. Whether it’s a pal’s cool necklace, a favor, or your mom’s car, the barter system is still alive, kicking, and in good use. Union Square Park. Lounging in the park on a warm summer day surrounded by hundreds of other city dwellers soaking up the free Vitamin D doesn’t make you feel so alone after all. Veganism. Sorry, this is not cheap but somehow it seems like everyone I know is down with the Daiya on zero cash-ola. Someone please explain this phenomenon to me. Walking. Everywhere. Because you spent your last $2.50 on that damn corn dog at Papaya Dog. Buffalo eXchange. So sue me, X is a hard letter. Besides, something had to be said about thrift store shopping! YMCA. Because it’s the only “gym” in New York City you can afford. Zipping around town on your bike or skateboard. After a month or two, it will have paid for itself! Photo Credit: angelslittlesecret.blogspot.com
about 22 hours ago
In this installment, Fabian caught Blipboard as they highlighted the Noe Valley’s destinations for Broadbent Pinot Verde, Saru sushi served on Tibetan pink salt, and art supplies. And later, he snapped some shots when the city pour...
In this installment, Fabian caught Blipboard as they highlighted the Noe Valley’s destinations for Broadbent Pinot Verde, Saru sushi served on Tibetan pink salt, and art supplies. And later, he snapped some shots when the city poured into Esta Noche as David Campos’ office and the city’s drag luminaries and dj supertars raised the dough and saved it from closure.                                          5/18 Day- Aneil gets the inside info on horchata at Little Chihuahua Noe Valley                                        5/18 Day- The Peaks pops up cheap hooch and Giants/Niners games.                                                                                5/18 Day-  Colour wall at Artsake. 5/18 Day- The Blipboard party crew at Caskhouse. Left to right: Andy Raskin, Jason Fischl, Michael Housewright, Yumio Saneyoshi, Aneil Mallavarapu, Tina Hui, Jessica Whitworth, Tara Miramadi, and Marian Dessailey                              5/18 Night- Fierceness on the formica- Persia in the dressing room at Esta Noche. 5/18 Night- Lounging barside: Tom Temprano (aka DJ Carnita) and the city’s newest bombshell, Grace Towers.                                                   5/19 Night- Mistresses of Ceremonies, Anna Conda and Heklina    5/19 Night- Marga Gomez show her support and shouts out her Comedy Bodega every Thursday at Esta Noche                                                            5/19 Night- Lulu does it her way as only she can And for one more glimpse of scenestealer, Persia, when she nailed it with her performance on the city’s current state of affairs, go here.
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There’s nothing better than seeing the slow, costumed, trudge home that people make the morning after an event like Halloween or Bay to Breakers. Seeing a dude in a slutty banana outfit doing the walk of shame is priceless; truly o...
There’s nothing better than seeing the slow, costumed, trudge home that people make the morning after an event like Halloween or Bay to Breakers. Seeing a dude in a slutty banana outfit doing the walk of shame is priceless; truly one of the best man made spectacles on earth. But almost equally as epic are the Missed Connection ads that appear on Craigslist the next day. This year there doesn’t seem to be nearly as many as previous years, but there are certainly some gems. Below are my favorites. Feel free to leave your best B2B or Missed Connection story in the comments below: Bay to Breakers: kissing booth with horse and rider – w4m – 34 (bay to breakers): i was the airline captain mistaken for a stewardess. you’re cute. cutest kissing booth by far. id love a date you dressed as Ryu! hot! – m4m – 29 i didn’t know i had a street fighter fetish until today. you were a tall, strapping lad with beautiful arms, glasses and some scruff, all dolled up as Ryu from street fighter. your costume was perfect and tattery and god dammit your chest looked fucking hot, just a little big of chest hair and so big and hard; your skin pale and radiant. i was sitting on a tree stump and you walked behind me and my friend, away from the rest of the bay-to-breakers crowd. i pretty much locked on and cranked my neck around like a retarded owl trying to look at you as much as possible as you passed. and i couldn’t get up for a few minutes after you passed on account of the giant boner you induced. i played out a little fantasy in my head where i walked over to you and asked if i could lick your chest and you responded “Shoryuken!” (which sounds like ‘sure you can’). anyway, puns are hot. you are hot. you are beautiful. i’d love to meet you some day and go all tatsumaki on your dick. god you are gorgeous. i want to worship you. and, well, play fighting games with you, too. maybe whilst fucking. god, that’d be hot. yeah, brrrrrr, big time boners just thinking about you. if you read this, and want to hang out with a 29 year old, cynical, gamer nerd, gay dude, please message me! i’m happy to trade pictures before we meet. The football hit you with mud bay to breakers – m4w (haight ashbury): Ah you were pretty cute. Let me know if you want to hang out sometime. Kat Women girl at bay to breakers – m4w – 2 (haight ashbury): You looked somfreaking hot in the costume! You were by far the hottest girl out there today! I fell in love instantly! Aw Crikey Steve Irwin! – B2B – w4m – 22 (Bay to Breakers): You were dressed as Steve Irwin (and touting an Australian accent) at Bay to Breakers and were carrying around an inflatable crocodile that you would throw in front of unsuspecting crowds of people and wrassle with it. I was wearing pink plaid sunglasses and while walking through Golden Gate Park (near the rose garden) I asked to take a picture with you. We hugged each other tightly and took the picture. I told you I thought you were dead and you told me that you aren’t dead, but you make more money claiming to be dead. I have the picture as proof that you are indeed risen from the dead. You were hilarious and very good looking (even with the hideous blonde wig on). I looked for you again around the finish line, but there were too many people and I couldn’t spot you. Since the event was sponsored by craigslist, I thought I would give this a go and see if I could find you. Bay To Breakers Golden Shower Stud – m4m: Saw you being interviewed this morning on KRON 4 during the race. You are super hot with a great smile! Based on your costume for the race you are also someone who might take some risk or be spontaneous. I would love to meet for a chance to admire that smile up close. Maybe coffee or a drink sometime? I am a GWM, 49. Let’s talk. Laura and Kelley, B2B, Piglets in Pink… – m4w – 37 (al
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I mean true musicians. The type of musicians who have tons of talent, loads of promise, a refusal to do anything else and no cash. I’m going to let you in on the worst kept secret of a generation: having a bachelor’s degree in ‘Music Any...
I mean true musicians. The type of musicians who have tons of talent, loads of promise, a refusal to do anything else and no cash. I’m going to let you in on the worst kept secret of a generation: having a bachelor’s degree in ‘Music Anything’ doesn’t exactly secure you a spot on the Forbes list… or the waiting list at Applebee’s… or Santa’s ‘nice’ list. With said Bachelor’s degree, I have been given golden opportunities in valet parking, washing dishes, handing out flyers and selling weird tickets for things to tourists that I’m not sure actually exists. All for the love of the ‘downbeat’, the need to pay rent and the ability to free up enough time for rehearsals, auditions and jam sessions. And in this town you better love that downbeat in that same eerie way that some of my friends love that Candy Crush game app because it sure as hell doesn’t love you. Being a musician is, and always has been, a tough lifestyle. However, this is not a ‘how hard things are here in New York City’ type of posting. In some capacity it’s hard for everyone. Musicians just happen to have the type of hard that involves figuring out how to eat food on a daily basis but everyone has their struggles. Of course there are upsides. If you’re in the right place at the right time chances are you’ll get a gig or two and you’ll get paid. Also sometimes Duane Reade prints me out coupons for things I kind of, maybe, might, sort of one day need, like 50% off of my next purchase of Nair after the first two bottles (clearly something no grown man should be without). The truth of the matter is, no matter what crazy expensive city you live in (but perhaps New York City especially – there I said it) you went to college without a full ride, acquired some knowledge of being a musician and then accumulated a ton of debt. So what does that mean? You still want to travel the world and perform don’t you? You still want to showcase your talent and make money doing it, right? Why should we have to just settle for a job that simply pays the bills and gives no satisfaction to an instrument or profession we’ve been working towards, most likely, since we learned to walk? Settle you should NOT my treble clef loving friends! Even when they tell you that an intergalactic black hole shows more promise of leading somewhere before your chosen line of work does. Take it from me. Remember that movie “2012” where the world ends with dramatic implosions of the entire planet left and right? That’s what it looks like when someone reads my credit report. I don’t let it stop me. Sometimes you have to find a way and other times you have to make a way. Now I’m no Suze Orman, so I can’t tell you shit about getting your financial life together, but I can tell you that a constant announcement of how broke you are towards both Sallie Mae and your non-musician/non-broke friends can keep you out of a lot of trouble. Payments plans and extension plans are fully acceptable to loan companies and they’re pretty cool about it. And when your friends say they want to go out one night, just do what everyone does and casually remind them that you have exactly $11 in your bank account right now, and it has to last you another 10 days. If only we could pay our bills in character. Prioritizing is absolutely essential along with not being resentful towards higher education in general. Chances are as a former music major you’ve obtained some totally valuable trait you don’t even realize you have; mine for example is writing. I was hoping I could add adult entertainment to that mix as well, but to no avail. Find yours! We all know the only thing worse than trying to find that balance of a ‘survival job’ and getting gigs is trying to keep that balance of said ‘survival job’ vs. said gigs and there’s a constant ebb and flow to consider. Until you do hit the big time – and if you’re like me that’s what you’re looking for – the best thing to do is keep it small. Cheap payments on your student
2 days ago
Let’s admit it: Job search is hard enough without throwing in our irrational fears and compulsive...
Let’s admit it: Job search is hard enough without throwing in our irrational fears and compulsive...
3 days ago
If you hadn’t heard the news already, it’s true. The empress dowager of 16th Street may soon be exiled from her palace if enough money isn’t raised to pay off overdue city taxes. In a nutshell, city licensing fees for businesses were rec...
If you hadn’t heard the news already, it’s true. The empress dowager of 16th Street may soon be exiled from her palace if enough money isn’t raised to pay off overdue city taxes. In a nutshell, city licensing fees for businesses were recently changed by the Board of Supervisors last year. Although the intention was to make the process easier, glitches in implementation and slow service have led to a few businesses finding themselves in a bind of overdue payments, no grace period and little recourse- Esta Noche being one of them. Now for those of you who are familiar with Esta Noche, you may find yourselves scratching your heads thinking, “Wait isn’t this the same place with huge covers and over-priced brew?” And you would be right. Although they have cheap ass specials during the day and evening just like any other bar, if you’ve cruised on through at show time, you have more than likely stood wavering on the sidewalk examining your billfold in disbelief at the end of the night. To be fair though, it hasn’t always been like this. Back when I first entered that magic glitter pit in 2000, the covers weren’t as bad and the drink prices were about the same as anywhere else. The neighbourhood’s been changing for sometime now though and the crowds that once packed the joint aren’t around as much anymore. Like a lot of old bars, when things get tight, they go into panic mode and the prices go up just to break even. Plus, they are putting on a show after all. And if you are being truly honest with yourself, you more than likely lost at least half of that change to one of the glamazons who cast you under her spell. And they are the ones that we really have to think about here: the regulars- both performers and patrons alike. Putting aside the crumbling Victorian decadence, disco balls, frenetic lighting scheme and Demetrie Kabbaz’ glorious portrait of Joe Dallesandro, we can’t lose this one because beyond being a divey gin mill, Esta Noche is sort of an unofficial embassy for many, but especially translatinas and monolingual queers alike. True, San Francisco is a great town and perceived safe harbour for queers all over, but that doesn’t mean that transphobic violence isn’t still an ongoing blight or that when you are new in town and don’t speak the language, Castro Street isn’t intimidating or even xenophobic. Tired she may be, but Esta Noche is still a tough old ruca to be reckoned with, who many need for support. So, if you find yourself on the corner of 16th and Valencia esta noche and got some dollar bills burning a hole in your chones, simply pass under the fabled yellow marquee, order yourself a piña colada and let the heady wave of pancake make-up, Aqua Net and sanitizer wash over you as a dozen multi-coloured lights twinkle above. Esta noche, and, hopefully, many more noches to come. Save Esta Noche! Fundraiser Featuring Little Lulu, Persia, Reina de Aztlan, Heklina, Anna Conda, Monistat, Grace Towers,  DJs Carnita, Brown Amy, Sergio Fedasz and a Cast of Thousands More 9:00 p.m.- 2:00 a.m. $10- $20 Sliding Scale 21+ Esta Noche 3079 16th Street (@ Rondel) [Inner Mission] SF
4 days ago