It feels really good to spit fire, especially in print, at a corporation clumsily trying to target-market your generation with pablum.
When it’s 1998, and it’s your literal job that day to tailgate in a truck down six-lane Geneva Avenue surrounded by horned cattle, horses, their riders, sheepdogs, and a real rodeo princess, you can get a little stoked on your life.
Dilettante 25-28: New Time ReligionView Post
Ever laid hands on real vinyl records, on two real turntables, and beat-matched two songs together? Sounds pedantic and geeky but it’s power. Real power in your hands.
Welp, it’s 20 years since this Bay Guardian feature about the Ringling Brothers circus coming to San Francisco, and … after 146 years, the Big Top just shut down for good in 2017.
Here’s an opinion I espouse now that wasn’t even on my radar 20 years ago this week when I wrote this column: Drinking is a stupid waste of time, especially in lowlife bars. My 20-years-younger self would be shocked to read that, but my skin, hair, liver, and general health thank me now. Ladies, it’s not cute after a certain age, that’s all.
Dilettante 21: Spice Girls concert tour ’98View Post
In the late ’90s before dot-com rich kids blew out the underside of the city’s culture, San Francisco used to be full of fashionistas who danced well and could hold their liquor.
Twenty years ago this week was the first and last time we went to the San Francisco Zoo. True to form, we only went because they gave us backstage passes.