Tag: San Francisco

Actors run around half-dressed, smoke weed, punk out, pour wine over their heads, make out. It might all sound insane -- and at times it approaches the threshold of what I'd consider mainstream storytelling -- if it weren't for the fact that it's so raw, entertaining.

It's mostly guilt free, and at the SF Playhouse opening night Becky Shaw reminded me perhaps of the last (only?) good reason to be married: so I don't need to play the dating game.

In the hands of Egarr Richard, the harpsichord becomes variously percussive, mournful, exuberant – all the while pushing the music forward.

In this segment, Loni meets up with Bitchin' Kitchen's Nadia G to talk about rockin' wine, food, and - but of course! - stilettos.

I first heard Zukerman play in the early 1980’s in Avery Fisher Hall. I no longer remember what he played, but I remember knowing that it changed how I thought about music and what music was capable of.

It astounds what can be done with red felt, and old garden hose. A steamer trunk, all 9 cubic feet of it? Pure gold.

This is the 21st anniversary of this festival honoring said grape with three incredible days of wining, dining, tasting, and partying, starting January 27. Team Stark has the skippy on some of the main happenings, plus a preview video.

One fascinating bit of Messiah trivia is that Benjamin Franklin attended a “Messiah’’ performance in Dublin in 1759.

However, just as porn flicks persist in having plots, Bring in On labors under its own tortured burden. In both instances, plot is hardly the reason d’etre for the work.

A gripping love story about two architects competing to build a memorial in Israel.