San Francisco folk-rock trio Owl Paws contrasts acoustic tones with a punk rock presence. When the band opens the three-act show tonight at the Chapel, you’ll hear a sound that hints at early-’00s indie-emo acts like Brand New, but rounds off with the modern folk elements of artists such as the Milk Carton Kids.
Sitting in the garage workspace of his Outer Sunset home, George Rocha grabs an old skate deck from a pile of hundreds of boards stacked against the wall. Rocha reads the deck like a palm, feeling its worn textures and grooves. But rather than telling its fortune, he guesses its past.
One night after a San Francisco dance performance, artist Beth Fein considered just how much money went into productions, even on the smallest scale. She thought of the cost of the theater, the lighting, the costumes and everything. Fein saw opportunity for a new type of performance where the art of dance could be experienced without the manufacturing of sets and costumes.
Julie McNamara packs her 12-hour day into her Rickshaw commuter bag before leaving home.
The 21-year-old SF State graduating senior is not only double-majoring in English and Spanish, she works part-time teaching English as a second language at Marshall Elementary School in the Mission — and she also nannies on the side.
For the people of Venice and Cyprus — the survivors at least — only a void existed. Civilization was abandoned and brutalized by a catastrophe capsizing everything familiar.