SF Weekly Maxwell isn’t supposed to be talking — at least not to me. When I catch him on the phone on a Wednesday morning in November, his press agent tells me that I’m lucky to be speaking with him. Normally, the singer takes vocal rest on the days that he has shows,...
SF Weekly In 1976, a commercial showing a man in a wife-beater zooming down the highway while chucking trash out of his dingy, white convertible flickered across television screens throughout Tennessee. In the background, a tune by country singer Ed Bruce played,...
SF Weekly It’s the middle of the week and David Crosby is sitting in his home office in the Santa Ynez Valley, staring out his window. “I’m looking out at a beautiful, green valley,” Crosby says. “The trees are just starting to bud out new leaves and the places...
SF Weekly (part of the "Toilet Issue") Ah, the bathroom: one of the most important, but least loved rooms in a house. We never stay in it for very long — the toilet website MaP Testing found that most people use the restroom six to eight times each day for a total of...
SF Weekly (cover story) It’s an unusually warm Sunday in October, and half a dozen women mill around the Chabot Space and Science Center in East Oakland, in a room designed to look like a Mission Control. Dressed in black latex, metallic fabrics, and colorful wigs,...
The many ways in which rapper YG has left an indelible footprint on pop culture and why he's "Still Brazy." SF Weekly YG knows how to make headlines. In 2013, the Compton rapper, born Keenon Jackson, inspired legions of high school students to ditch class and...
The unlikely music factory at Pinole Valley High School SF Weekly (Cover Story) The lunch bell rings at Pinole Valley High School, and hordes of teenagers swarm out of squat, rectangular bungalows. Since the fall of 2013, Pinole Valley's 1,200 students have been...
SF Weekly It was the night of Valentine’s Day and I was sitting next to my boo at Oracle Arena watching the Grammy-nominated singer Charlie Wilson. Flanked by four back-up dancers in light-up L.E.D. suits, Wilson had just finished singing the song, “Charlie, Last Name...
The story of how four friends turned a barbecue in Golden Gate Park into a dance music empire. SF Weekly (Cover story) I’m standing in the center of a party bus, clinging to a stripper pole. Deep, molecule-rearranging bass music vomits out of the speakers, drenching...
There's just something about riding in a vintage Volkswagen van that makes taking a tour of San Francisco so appealing. SF Weekly A vintage Volkswagen van covered in psychedelic, S.F.-centric paintings idles on the corner of Jefferson and Hyde streets, its doors wide...
The American Society of Composers, Authors, and Publishers recently sued nine venues around the country for playing members' music without paying. The Grand Nightclub in San Francisco is one of them. SF Weekly We’re living in a golden age for live music. Seemingly...
Three decades after its release, the 67-year old San Francisco musician's debut album finally enters the limelight. SF Weekly (Cover Story) Doug Hream Blunt was watching TV in his first-floor, Visitacion Valley home when the phone rang. It was the middle of 2015, and...