Results tagged “nostalgia”

This week, Phillyist saw the waters of a landmark fountain run red for a Showtime marketing stunt, the Phils pull ahead, and some serious nostalgia. They also got a chance to review an awesome tribute album, reminded folks to see the King and appreciated their beautiful skyline.

Some local PBS affiliate stations will be re-airing two San Francisco-centric episodes of "American Experience" this weekend.

, the documentary we saw at the Roda Theatre in Berkeley on Sunday for the SF Jewish Film Festival, was billed as a "wry and hilarious" examination by filmmaker Duki Dror as he follows kids on their daily journeys to and from school. "Dror has the same wondrous gift of bittersweet nostalgia that cartoonists Charles M. Schulz and Lynda Barry have," said the catalog description. To that we say: are you smoking crack?

It's true! We're doing ticket giveaways through the entire Frameline GLBT film fest this and next week! Enter and win!

We've got a really cool giveaway this week. Everyone knows who Rufus Wainwright is, right? Please, tell us that you do. He's still crooning luxuriously behind the piano, wearing fabulously tailored suits and hasn't aged a day since his auspicious self-titled debut nearly ten years ago. His brand new record, Release the Stars, is hot off the presses and he's coming to play a special show at Nob Hill Masonic Center with Sean Lennon and A Fine Frenzy on Friday, August 3rd. Tickets are on sale this Sunday, and we're giving away a pair of tickets to one lucky SFist reader. Enter to win below (Contest ends June 6th; winner will be notified via email.)

It's going to be freezing, but what else is new? Might as well make the most of it -- be sure to pack plenty of blankets and head over to a screening of the original tonight, in Dolores Park. Starts at 8pm, Dolores Park, Dolores and 20th.

, Music Editor, Jennifer Maerz lays into the Mother Hips with the "you asked for it" gambit, "They want me to write about this band - I don't want to write about this band - I won't write about this band - okay, fine, I'll write about the band: they suck." Matt Smith: Gavin is so not the Best Mayor in the World - Gavin's constant problems pushing through his WiFi plan is a sign of incompetence. Cover Story: real SF Indian tribe battles to be recognized by the government - could cause more problems for Gavin and developers than the "radio waves cause brain cancer" guy in Matt Smith's article. Meredith Brody eats risotto in North Beach but doesn't get around to talking about it until near-to-the-last paragraph.

an exhibition that explores the unfolding of narrative through drawing, video, collage, sculpture, and music, with works by SF's Katrina Lamb and New York-based collective Lansing-Dreiden. Lamb and Lansing-Dreiden share an interest in synthesizing the realms of art and music, creating works that resonate with mythology, fantasy, and even daily life. The reception is followed by musicial performances by Katrina Lamb, Mario Balibrera, and Harry Merry, a Dutch singer and organist whose lyrics weave contemporary and historical Dutch folklore into eclectic and driving synth powerpop in a "is he serious or just being ironic" manner. (6pm - 8pm, music at 8pm)

This more of a love letter to our favorite neighborhood place for a special occasion rather than a review. We can't claim to be impartial: we dig the place. Every visit we've had to Firefly, up on 24th Street near Douglas, has been special in its own way. Like the time the neighborhood lost power and we ate by candlelight. Or the awful time that we tried to fly to the east coast, waited in the airport all day, and were then bumped to a subsequent day flight--Firefly took us on short notice and made a horrible day palatable.

Today we're going to write about the Web site Wolfgang's Vault, one of those things we were always meaning to write about but never got the chance to. For various reasons which we'll get to later, we're going to write about it today.

Local bookstore chain, Cody's Books has just announced that it is selling itself to a Japanese chain. Current owner, Andy Ross, will stay on as President of Cody's. Meanwhile, the former flagship Cody's store on Telegraph Ave. in Berkeley that closed recently, prompting much hand-wringing, 60s nostalgia, and debate amongst armchair urban planners is now one of those temporary Halloween superstores. We are holding our breath for the ironic next phase of vacant large storefronts - the discount and overstock book emporium featuring Szechuan cookbooks for $5.99 and calendars of corgis and tropical golf resorts.

, our companion remarked "That wasn't a different story at all!" Unfortunately, he was correct, as very little in this documentary detailing the trials and tribulations of Michael's career as an "international superstar" was new news to us -- and we haven't purchased a George Michael album since 1987's Faith.

We have to admit, all this hubbub commemorating the anniversary of a catastrophic event, an event that could, at any moment, happen again, has given us a few moments of panic. For instance, sitting at our day job last week, we were startled when our desk started to shake. Then the floor started to shake, too. But it didn't stop. The same vibration kept going on and on, and unless this was the longest mild earthquake in history, we realized it was something other than the earth moving. When it didn't stop after an hour, and we had gotten good and dizzy, we finally figured out the culprit: a temp a few cubes down from us had an annoying habit of bouncing his legs up and down while he worked; a kind of running in place while sitting down, and apparently our floors are quite sensitive.

SFist interviews Henry Rosenthal, producer of "The Devil and Daniel Johnston"

Maybe this is just stemming from a misplaced nostalgia for our fourth grade class, where everyone was required to buy the exact same edition of The Black Cauldron by Lloyd Alexander, but we find something very appealing about the idea of the Library of Congress's One City One Book program.

Now that those of us who pay the Phillip Morris tax everyday can't even spark a stogie in a San Francisco park, the once great smoker's refuge of 'the outdoors' is starting to slip away. So where can the endangered beasts who once roamed freely around The City find refuge? Well, there are some truly fine specimens of the breed at Amber.

Fighting the forces of snobbery by ordering top-shelf, single malt scotch with a Bud Light chaser, Barrespondent Drew continues his quest to prove Thomas Jefferson wrong when he said, "All men are created equal." After all, some men are very drunk, and will fight you for almost no reason.

Diamond Nights are like The Darkness, without the piercing falsetto, Freddie Mercury unitards and campy excess. The Brooklyn four piece brought the rock to Cafe Du Nord on Sunday night to a full crowd of hipsters, leaving us to marvel at how San Franciscans are so consistently in-the-know about new music. NYC-based indie Kemado Records is the home to Diamond Nights' EP Once We Were Diamonds and forthcoming full length record, due out in August. Listen to an mp3 of "Destination Diamonds" here.

HoleHead has opened the floodgates of nostalgia for us in so many ways, from all the great movies of our youth alluded to in brilliantly referential films like , starring Luke Goss, pictures of whom adorned our junior and senior year lockers.

SFist reviews Bloc Party at Slim's

Is it too early for San Francisco 1999 nostalgia? The NASDAQ was peaking, IPs were O-ing, and those dark blue button-down shirts were so in? Remember when they said the only way you could get an apartment was if you could offer your landlord stock options? Remember the Mission Yuppie Eradication Project? Well, in these wintry economic climes, we miss the go-go 99s -- and we especially miss the ace reporter that covered the whole thing for the SF Weekly and then the Chron, the inestimable Ms. Laurel Wellman.

Our live music picks for the week of 3/10-3/16.

We knew it was coming, but we're still weren't ready when the news came down. SFist's beloved Coronet Theater is closing its doors forever this Sunday, in preparation for demolition by the owner of the property, The Institute on Aging.

From the folks at San Francisco's most esteemed body art purveyor, Body Manipulations, comes a one-of-a-kind show featuring acrobats, jugglers, dancers and all sorts of awesome freaky s**t. This is not a freakshow, it is an actual circus -- just way, way more hip. And if you're looking for hot grrrls, we'd like to point out that the event has been posted on the SuicideGirls calendar, so if you're a lonely hipster looking to pick up chicks that dig your skinny thighs, skin-tight jeans and nostalgia for Dokken's early recordings, and thought that there wasn't a circus that appealed to you and your exquisitely cool tastes, you'd be totally wrong.

We reckon a good percentage of San Franciso music-lovers will be at Great American Music Hall this week, whether it's at one of the three sold out Arcade Fire shows or Saturday's sold out X show. We commend you, SF, your taste is impeccable. While you're down at Great American, SFist Emily recommends stopping by the box office to purchase your ticket for the Tsunami Relief Benefit on January 28th. A $20 donation gets you in to see performances by Ben Gibbard (Death Cab For Cutie), Mark Kozelek (Red House Painters) and Eric Bachman (Archers of Loaf). We smell another sold out show coming on.

Has everyone gotten into the holiday spirit, or are we all just hopped up on eggnog? Either way, there are some festive fetes, punk rock riots and buzzworthy delights coming to our neck o' the woods this week.

A weekly display of blind optimism that Saturday morning's hangover won't be as bad as the week before. Courtesy of your loyal barrespondent, Drew.

SFist's had a complicated relationship with George Lucas since 1999. He reminds us of a high-school boyfriend who found us on Google and won't stop calling. Dude, we loved you so much at the time, but you're ruining our nostalgia for the relationship with your long email about your Amway sales!