BRUCE ROEHRS, 1950-2010 -- a life of maximum rock 'n' roll
I don't do regrets, but I do wish that I'd arrived in San Francisco early enough to catch more than the hot tail end...
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Metro: 2033 is a little rough around the edges, but still impressive and haunting
In Truce, Marilee Talkington describes a life of diminishing sight but growing returns
Away from the turntable and into the pop skips-and-jumps of the Hood Internet
Part two of the Herman Eberitzsch Jr. III story
Flying Lotus heralds a new-old dawn of machines with soul
Atom Egoyan's uneven call-girl tale, Chloe
Jack Cardiff's amazing Technicolor dreams
She put the messy in Mexican -- and then came home to Swedish hip-hop, Bowie trannies, Otter Pops, Mossmoss, and more
From tasty to tastebud-searing, playful izakaya-style small plates complement an extensive whisky selection
Back out on the field -- and into Chestnut Diner
Washed Out caps one of a growing number of electronic new waves
Young beggars on Haight Street discuss proposed sit-lie ordinance
What has the SFPUC has been dumping in city gardens?
Party people, watch out: undercover cop Larry Bertrand has declared war on San Francisco nightlife
The San Francisco Chronicle has a history of firing columnists' with conflicts of interest, so why is Willie Brown an exception?
Perhaps the most un-San Franciscan of all Chief Gascon's initiatives is his demand for an ordinance that would literally criminalize the very act of sitting or lying on certain public sidewalks at certain times
Harassing parties and clubs shouldn't be a priority for a cash-strapped city's police department