Corin
We walked into the Thirsty Nickel because we thought we heard good music and we didn't leave for three hours. Nirvana, STP, Alice in Chains, Pearl Jam, Gin Blossoms, R.E.M. and all the standards from our adolescence.
living in SF
For the 20something Crowd, San Francisco is Hedonism Friday night, I ran up and down Valencia, putting my name in at half a dozen new restaurants, while two of my friends did the same. We were starving, hadn't been out on the Valenica Corridor since – God, since before
music
I was working at Bean Bag the other day and overheard three dudes talking about music, poetry, and gay-straight relations. You know, typical SF brunchtime conversation. At some point, I overhead one of the guys, who was wearing a fuzzy blue beenie spoke with what could have been a British
music
We live less than two blocks away from The Independent, and I'd never been until tonight. I waited for the right show. Here's a shot of the opener, Dry the River:
Corin
I thought a lot about Joan today. She's not the first girl to say "I don't want to fuck you up" right before doing some damage, but she took me on quite a ride. Some of my favorite things in SF I picked up