By Lindsey Holder I'm not sure how many bands I saw last night. ...maybe three-ish? The ticket said The Swell Season, but the show was more like The Swell Season, Glen Hansard, The Frames, and a combination of the three. I figured it would be fairly straightforward, with songs from The Swell Season ... More >>
Chuey and Cap'n Mike find infamy spinning Wednesday night's Wheel of Fear Factor at Giligin's
Letters from the issue of Thursday, August 4, 2005
SF ballet troupe's got rhythm and Blues
A 007 fanatic hits the mother lode of secret agent lore
Mediator Gary Karpin preyed on vulnerable divorcées, falsely claiming he's a lawyer and a Ph.D.
Latino rapper expands his horizons
Lou Reed gets to interpret Edgar Allan Poe. He's excited.
Spielberg, once more, is caught up in the thrill of the chase
New Times' panel of critics searches for musical gems in a disheartening 2001
Barcelona a baffling experience
Sex and the City author Candace Bushnell isn't Carrie Bradshaw. Like, really.
Home on derange after a three-year absence, local stage stalwart John Sankovich whips Quills into shape
Kathy and Mo Show co-stars dine and dish
Illuminata's backstage intrigue ain't Bard -- but could be better
Pointless stage production of Pulp Fiction should call it Quent's