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 loans, cheap vodka, cheap rent (all things considered) and the realization that it’s okay to be cheap. I mean you did just spend like tens of thousands of dollars to tell people you know how to play an instrument/sing/dance/act. Maybe cutting back wouldn’t be such a bad thing. Yes your Facebook friends who studied finance, or nursing, are probably buying houses or getting married or whatever, and that’s because their lives are nowhere near as interesting as yours. That’s why they have to solicit so many ‘likes’. So remember to never compare yourself to those people. Facebook can make anyone seem interesting.

The truth of the matter is college does not equate to what it did for other people with other majors. The sooner we realize that, the better off we’ll be. Our lives are different. The post-college atmosphere is just the first place we really realize it. Sometimes a great way to get your shit together is by not having a lot of shit.

Photo Credit: blog.discmakers.com

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 ongoing 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

The actual building where this all happened

It was 9:35am and I was starting down the stairs in order to catch a bus that would get me to work by ten. As I bounded down to the tiny landing that separated the first set of stairs from the first apartments, I saw him splayed out with his legs on the last couple steps and his head blocking the door. I recognized him as the old man who lived two stories above me and smoked joints. Even though I’d never seen a dead body before, I also recognized him as dead the first second I saw him laying there.

“SIR! SIR! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?” His face had a bluish quality about it. He must have tripped and hit his head. There was a small scratch on the door from where his glasses scraped against it.

“FUCK! Sir…”

I ran back up stairs and managed to tell my roommate Peter what I had found at the bottom of the stairs and call 911, in the same breath.

“Shit, who is he?”

“I think he fucking lives two above us, with the little fucking plants.”

“Fuck, I’ll go knock and see if anyone knows him.”

I brought the cordless phone down with me to the old man and talked to the operator while Peter flew upstairs to knock on people’s doors. In a trembling voice filled with umms and and’s, I explained to the operator what I had found.

“Is he unconscious?” The operator was just a shade less calm than the man lying next to me.

“I told you he’s not breathing, he’s fucking blue.”

“Has rigor mortis set in?”

“What?” I knew what it was, I just couldn’t think straight.

“Has he gone stiff?”

“Uh, yes I guess I don’t know.”

“Is he stiff?”

“Uh…”

“Bend his arm, see if he’s stiff.” His arm wasn’t stiff. I bent it. It was heavy like a real person’s.

“No it’s not stiff.” Upstairs there was noise. Peter had found someone who knew the old man. I could hear him coming down the stairs.

“Dennis?” He said the name like someone preparing himself for tragedy. When he hit the landing and saw the old man, his voice showed that there is no preparation for tragedy. “OH MY GOD! DENNIS! OH MY GOD!”

“Have you given him C.P.R.?” The operator’s voice brought me back.

“I don’t know how”

“DENNIS! OH MY GOD! YOUR GONNA BE OK BUDDY! STAY WITH US! OH MY GOD! DENNIS!”

“Do you want me to instruct you?” I could hear the sirens now. Things started to swirl a little. “Hello?”

“Ya?”

“Do you want me to instruct you on C.P.R.? It’s your choice.”

“Uh…” I turned to the neighbor. “Do you know C.P.R.?” He didn’t answer me, he just moved in and began C.P.R.. I heard the sirens getting real close and the paramedics pulling up, so I got off the phone and said, “We’re gonna have to move him so the paramedics can come in.”

“We’re not supposed to move his head,” Peter answered.

“But how the fuck are the paramedics gonna get in?” The neighbor said nothing and moved Dennis out of the way the best he could. Blood streaked across the white tile floor as the neighbor slid Dennis’s body across it. I sat back watching as the neighbor did C.P.R. and the paramedics tried to wedge their bodies inside the small space created by Dennis’s body and the door. The last thing I saw before I went back to my apartment was the paramedics ripping open Dennis’s shirt and one of his buttons flying up the stairs and landing next to my foot.

I sat in the funky smelling orange chair that came with the apartment, looking through the window at the proceedings going on outside the building. I knew that I was gonna have to go down and talk to the cops, since I was the one who found Dennis, but I just didn’t want to have to see the body again. I stuck my head out the window.

“Hey do you wanna talk to me? I’m the guy who found him.”

A motorcycle cop with a handlebar mustache answered incredulously, “Yes of course we have to talk to you. Come down now.” Why do motorcycle cops always have handlebar mustaches?

I went down the back stairs and hopped a fence on the side of the building. I did not want to see Dennis again. The cops were just sitting around joking and filling out paperwork when I came around the building. What is it about the American police force that makes the “good cop, bad cop” routine applicable to all situations? Handlebars was treating me like a felon while Asian dude was trying to console me for being intercepted by a dead guy on the way to work. After answering their questions and giving them my info I split. The whole thing was too heavy for me and I needed to leave.

I walked around for awhile, freaked out, calmed down, called me parents, freaked out, calmed down, got some food, walked around and finally after a couple hours decided that it would be ok to go back. After stepping through the door of my building, I was amazed at the efficiency of the paramedics or the morticians or whoever it is that cleans up dead bodies. No one would have thought that there was a corpse there less than two hours earlier. The only thing left from that morning’s madness was the one button that had landed next to my foot.

It’s Bike-to-Work Day in New York City!

There will be plenty of traffic in those bike lanes today and also a handful of fueling stations handing out FREE Brooklyn Roasting Company coffee, Vita Coco and breakfast from KIND and Cabot. And who do we have to thank for this? We can thank both California-based active sports accessory company, Giro, and New York’s leading advocate for safe and healthy public transit, Transportation Alternatives!

Okay, okay, you want details about the party tonight.

Tonight, Giro and Transportation Alternative have put together the Bike Home From Work Party! It’s the biggest “biking bash in Dumbo, under the arch of the Manhattan Bridge” Festivities begin at 6:30pm and it’s FREE!

Expect the following:

• Pop-up shops, like Giro’s “New Road” apparel line and the Shinola bicycle collection
• Brooklyn Brewery beer garden
• Food vendors curated by the Brooklyn Flea
• FREE food and drinks from Brooklyn Roasting Co., KIND, Cabot, Vita Coco and PopChips
• Reflective Fashion show projected onto the Manhattan Bridge
• DIY Silkscreen Station with Holstee, bike-friendly braid bar, Self-Portrait Project photo booth
• And much more!

Make sure to RSVP here for this awesome event!

Bike Home From Work Party
TONIGHT at 6:30pm
FREE
The Archway Under the Manhattan Bridge, on Water St. (between Adams and Pearl St.)
[DUMBO]

Photo Credit: bikenyc.org

History + Beer = Awesome! It’s one of the oldest equations of all time. And the fine folks over at the FlipSide want to reward those of you who love this equation by giving away 3 pairs of tickets to their upcoming event History and Hops: SF’s Brewing Past. This rad event is happening at the Old Mint on Tuesday, May 23rd. I’m cutting and pasting all the details below, but if you wanna win tickets to this event use the entry form that’s below the cut and pasted bits. Also, did I mention that it’s unlimited beer tasting???

An evening that explores the past and present of San Francisco’s brewing culture. This special event will feature SF craft beer tasting, historical talks, brewer presentations, and an exhibit of rarely-seen historical brewing memorabilia. Held in the historic 1874 San Francisco Mint, this event will be the first of it’s kind to showcase the unique history of brewing in our City while looking forward to the future. Join us to taste the past and enjoy the present of San Francisco’s best!

• UNLIMITED Tasting of all breweries
• Presentation on brewing history
• Interactive yeast exhibit
• Historical brewing memorabilia exhibit
• Docent led tours of the historic 1874 Old Mint
• Souvenir sampling mug included
• Photobooth Sponsored by UpOutSF
• Music by DJ Jacob
• Food by Soul Groove (for purchase) • 21+ with valid ID

Program Info

• John Freeman – The Curious 150 Year Cycle of Brewing Beer in San Francisco
• Dave Burkhart – History of California Lager
• A History of Yeast: Man’s Oldest Industrial Organism
• San Francisco Brewers Guild Panel Discussion
• Screening of Brewers by the Bay Film

Participating Breweries

• 21st Amendment Brewery
• Magnolia Gastropub & Brewery
• Triple Voodoo Brewing
• Beach Chalet Restaurant & Brewery
• Thirsty Bear Brewing Company
• Cerveceria de MateVeza
• Speakeasy Ales & Lagers
• Pine Street Brewery
• Anchor Brewing Company
• Pacific Brewing Laboratory

$30 General Admission
Buy your tickets here.

Win Tix to History and Hops: Tasting SF’s Brewing Past

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Bay to Breakers is one of my favorite days of the year. People come out dressed in angel outfits, sperm costumes, wizard robes, or wearing nothing but body paint and glitter to spend a Sunday morning parading across town in glorious, boombox fueled public intoxication.

I wrote a novel called Sidewalk Ritual about a guy finding himself in this great city, and the last 4 chapters are all set in the beautiful chaos that is Bay to Breakers. You can read a description and reviews here on Amazon.

To celebrate Bay to Breakers this weekend, I’m holding a contest to give away 3 FREE signed paperback copies. Enter for a FREE autographed print copy here!

And for you ebook freaks, it’s totally FREE to downlaod from May 16 – 18 on Amazon.

I really don’t understand the culture of shame surrounding menstruation, particularly when it comes to having sex with a woman on her period. What is it that makes shitty rappers wake up in the morning screaming “these periods aren’t going to rap about themselves!“?

I understand that periods are “dirty” in the sense that blood stains clothes (maybe O.J. was just on his period when he was murdering Nicole). I understand that anytime you see blood, there’s a visceral reaction of “oh fuck someone is injured!”. But we’re smart, evolved people. We know that having sex on your period is no more dangerous than sex off it. And sometimes it can have benefits beyond non-menstruation sex. For instance, every time I’ve fucked a chick on her period, she’s been hella moist, dawg.

The first time I had sex with a woman on her period happened to be the first time I did a lot of things with a woman, including anal, titty-fucking, and other things that would just be gratuitous to post about, which you know, totally isn’t my style. I shit you not, I was left a thank you note the next morning that told me to friend her on Facebook, and when I did, it said the Bible was her favorite book, which is one helluva way to come to Jesus.

I also went down on her that night. I try not to watch sports because they remind me that I’m a pussy, but I’ve always had a special place in my heart for the Red Wings. BUT BRO THERE IS SO MUCH BLOOD AND IT’S GOING TO GET ALL IN YOUR MOUTH AND OH MY GOD YOU’RE GONNA GET AIDS. If you’re getting blood in your mouth from going down on a chick, bro, you’re probably not concentrating your efforts in the right places.

And back to that 11.4% number. If you don’t want to have sex with a chick when she’s on her period, you have to realize that you’re saying 11.4% of the time you don’t want to have sex with a chick. What the fuck, man. Throw down something dark under her and problem’s solved. And just so things don’t get too heavy (meh), when you’re done sing a nice song as she’s walking to the bathroom in her towel diaper.

Honest question for the female readers: does your period smell? I’ve never been with a woman who’s been on her period and had there be any odor, which confuses me every time a “freshness” or “odor” commercial comes on:

*Please dear baby Jesus, make the internet work when I google Courtney Cox Tampax Commercial*

And how many things OTHER than vagina is your vagina supposed to smell like? I don’t want your vagina to smell like the beach. The beach is sandy as fuck. And has things like this. You should make tampons that smell like things I actually like, like lasagna (note to self: trademark On the Ragu).

By the way, supposedly there’s all sorts of bleached chemical bad shit in tampons, which are also expensive as fuck. If you’re not aware, there are alternatives, whose biggest hurdle is overcoming the stigmatization of menstruation. Who left their period blood in the sink again!??

Anyway. Dudes: don’t be dicks. Ladies: relax, and don’t feel bad/gross on behalf of the dudes. Or just become a lesbian.

Uterine lining, shed on!
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FREE Porn Pick of the Week (NSFW): Faye Regan and Alpha Beta Fukka

Full Disclosure podcast Episode 41: Viagra Challenge & The World’s Biggest Penis (this is a fun one, guys)
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Wanna be a Broke-Ass of the Week? Holler at us here and we’ll send you the questionnaire.

Joanne is one of the fantastic scribes who writes for BrokeAssStuart.com. I’ve been lucky so far in getting great writers since I can’t pay them in anything other than high-fives, hugs, and the occasional party invite. That said, it’s been a long time since we had one of the writers as Broke-Ass of the Week, so this is kinda exciting. When I asked Joanne what she’d like included in the intro here, this is what she had to say:

For the intro for BA of the Week, we can just include that I am currently unemployed and have been since graduating from college in May 2012, aside from a seasonal summer job at a golf course which has saved my life and will probably do so again this upcoming summer. I am a freelance creative writer, writing anything from short stories to website content to business reviews. Having so much time to reflect and think about my life’s passion these past few months, I decided to take advantage of my talent and build a website offering creative writing services to anyone who might need some help, FishFood & LavaJuice. I still have a lot of promoting to do to get this business out there, but hopefully with time and patience, it will blossom successfully. For now, any ways to make some extra cash will do. And I’ll write and I’ll write and I’ll write ’til my fingers bleed.

I really like that last part “And I’ll write and I’ll write and I’ll write ’til my fingers bleed”. In fact I love it. Anyways, here’s Joanne’s answers to our grueling questions:

Name: Joanne Raymond but my pen name is Joanne Rae

Age: 22

Occupation: Freelance Creative Writer (AKA Unemployed)

What neighborhood do you live in?: Valley Stream, Long Island

Best money saving tip: Wear your shirts, pants, and pajamas as many times as you can until you can’t tolerate your own body odor (I know it’s a bit gross and unsanitary but! It kicks off an extra week or two of doing laundry and you can use that money for more important things, like buying those knick-knacks you can’t stop thinking about.)

What do you refuse to spend money on?: Socks! The last time I probably included a pair of socks in my shopping cart was at 19 years of age when I worked at Target, so I guess I was just taking advantage of the lousy 10% discount. Nowadays, I just rotate between the three that I somehow have (holes and all), and if I lose one or two, there is always my boyfriend’s sock drawer when he’s not looking.

Most expensive thing you’ve ever bought: I’d say it’s probably a tie between a ticket and fees to study abroad in France for a little over a month and my MacBook computer.

How’d that feel?: Well the ticket to France felt liberating and ballsy, since my mother practically disowned me for even thinking about leaving the country. But I hopped on that plane regardless; it was too great of an opportunity to pass! Oh and my MacBook: I’d say it’s probably the biggest and best investment I’ve made so far in my life. Can’t imagine life without this baby.

Favorite cheap eat: It’s crazy that I don’t even really have one. But if I had to choose I guess I’d go with either Spice on 14th Street since I eat there often or canned tuna from any supermarket. Listen, I really don’t know why, but I’m just obsessed with a good tuna sandwich.

Favorite dive bar: Jake’s Dilemma – Out of all the bars I’ve been to (which I’ll admit is not that many), this one was the most fun and cheaply convenient. I’m not so sure about other days, but $1 beer Mondays are too tempting to pass up. Not to mention Insomnia Cookies is right across the street. Their brownies are sick! And I don’t even like brownies! Brownies and $1 beers: What’s not to freakin’ like?!

Best deal you’ve ever gotten: My lovely brothers teamed up together in a way to get me an iPhone. All I had to do was nag a bit in the beginning, smile in the middle and hug at the end. The phone is under my brother’s own line and so my only contribution is $40/month, which I have yet to cough over since January because well, I have no income! I wonder if he notices…

Favorite free thing to do: I know it sounds corny, but strolling around in a gorgeous peaceful park on a breezy, sunny afternoon. I imagine that in my next life I will be a huge tree with the greenest leaves and I’ll live for the sunny days, with my only pet peeve being nasty weather in which I would once again wish I was human so I could seek refuge, and annoying little rascals kicking at my trunk. Keep it up you Rugrats and see if a branch won’t “accidentally” fall on your foot!

If you woke up a millionaire, what’s the first thing you’d buy?: My own personal chef and he would have to be experienced in…everything! An international chef: Yea that sounds nice. Second would be a car for Christ’s sake. Enough already with this public transpo crap.

Despite not having money, do you still love your life?: I guess I have to right? Otherwise I’d never want to get out of bed and do the things I enjoy doing like job-hunting, and complaining about not having any money.

Do you own my book?: Stuart, I feel like I should probably make it my business to purchase a copy ASAP, being that I write for your website and I’m a fellow broke-ass and all. Like, what exactly is my excuse for not having bought it? Besides the fact that if it’s over $10, I probably can’t afford it.

Best hangover cure: Lots of water to help with dehydration and a great show on Netflix while cuddled in bed. It’s a full day recovery thing.

Are you a hipster?: I think I tend to have some hipster ways, but I wouldn’t altogether refer to myself as one. The real hipsters would probably find it offensive. I’m something though, just not sure what…

Yamo

What is it about Burmese food and long waits? Burma Superstar in the Inner Richmond is legendary for the starving throngs that gather like cicadas at the entrance, killing over an hour in the hope of obtaining a table.

Yamo isn’t nearly as popular, but it’s a fifth the size, consisting of just one long counter facing onto a small, open kitchen at which a trio of stone-faced and silent women sauté, chop and boil various food stuffs with an efficiency which belies their ponderous gaits.  There isn’t any music, just the low hum of furtive conversation, the sizzle and pop of food, and the occasional impatient squawk from one of these marvels of agile rotundity.  An Australian Shepherd would turn tail and flee yelping into the night with shame and inadequacy at witnessing the skill with which these women get people in and out.  Questions about food, hesitation, doubt, anything not essential to getting your order taken and cooked as quickly as possible will be met by derision.  It’s a good thing, though, because the wait for a foot of that sweet formica countertop would be interminable without their turn-and-burn mentality.

Most of time the wait is worth it.  On the advice of a friend, I had the chicken noodle soup, which sounds pedestrian, but is thick and rich and amazingly flavorful, the chicken pieces plump and moist in a very light curry broth.  I also ordered the Tea Leaf Salad, whose tactile diversity and full, picante flavor didn’t disappoint.  All this for about ten bucks.

I spent a total of 25 minutes at Yamo, and most of them were well worth it, a sentiment my fellow sheep seemed to share, crouched at the counter as they were, hastily consuming their repast while occasionally arching their backs to let another patron squeeze past them on the way their precious bit of culinary real-estate.

Yamo
3406 18th Street (@ Mission)
[Inner Mission]
 SF

Remember all that crazy shit that went down with Adobe Books? Well they’ve moved and are having a party to prove it. I’m really cracked out from staring at this computer all day so I”m just gonna copy and paste stuff, but in the meantime, go over and RSVP on the FB event page. They want to know you’re coming:

Join us for our first event at our new home on 24th St!

The Adobe Books & Art Collective will host the first Adobe Marketplace event this Saturday May 18th. Discover the talented local artists and merchants who will sell their wares from the brand-new Adobe Bookstore. Enjoy music, food & drinks.

This Saturday afternoon event is sponsored by Rainbow Grocery and Speakeasy Ales and Lagers. All bar proceeds and 10% of marketplace sales will be donated to help open the new Adobe Books.

A few of our fabulous participants:

* Cool Try, clothing & accessories by artist Ryan De La Hoz

* Shirts by Amos

* The Bold Italic, products by SF locals- along with postcards, posters and other Bold Italic exclusives

* Most Ancient, limited edition books, experimental comics, and art in print form

* SCRAP, scrounger’s center for reusable art parts

* Jewelry by Sea Pony Couture

* Super Classy Publishing, small editions of handmade books

* Jewelry by While Odin Sleeps

* Yam Books, Oakland–based independent small-press publisher of art books, comics, graphic novels, and zines

* Tiny Splendor, publishing collective representing over 30 artists from around the Bay Area and Los Angeles, zines, artist books & prints & many more!

Come check out our new digs before we officially open in July!

Adobe Books and Art Cooperative
3130 24th St.
Saturday, March 18th, 2-7pm
DJs: Melissa Funk, Tylawave & Andy Pabstalaniec
FREE