David L. Garcia
Yesterday, I spent 9 hours crammed into a window seat on a Greyhound bus, before riding a packed rush-hour N train to the Inner Sunset, where I banged on the door of an apartment I had not yet moved my stuff into. This morning, I woke up at 7AM to get a croissant with an editor, before trudging ten blocks up to 19th Ave and entering Golden Gate Park, looking for the Outside Lands Box Office. I’m already exhausted. Continue reading Inside Outside Lands
Bisma Shahbaz is a junior international studies major.
The lineup at the Coachella music festival has changed over the years, but one thing that hasn’t changed is the cultural appropriation of bindis by attendees. Celebrities like Vanessa Hudgens constantly fail to acknowledge the repeated attempts over social media to educate her on why donning a bindi at the music festival is not appropriate. Joining her in her inappropriate donning of the bindi included celebrities such as Selena Gomez, Sarah Hyland, and Kylie and Kendall Jenner. Let us also not forget the hundreds of other girls who don bindis in order to fulfill their “boho” aesthetic. Continue reading Skip the Bindi, Enjoy the Music
Coming all the way from Nashville, Tennessee, 27 year old Ronde Osburne made his way to San Francisco for one weekend just to see his favorite hip-hop group OutKast at the annual Treasure Island Music Festival. As he took the shuttle across the Bay Bridge, he was mesmerized by the city and festival location. “I was taking pictures of everything,” said Osburne. “I didn’t know I was going to be on an island. I was like, ‘This is cool as s***.’” Continue reading The Treasure Chest of Music, Art, and Culture Unlocked at Treasure Island Music Festival
On September 24th, the Fillmore hosted the psychedelic U.K. band Temples, who looked every bit as 60’s acid rock as they sounded. Draped in fringe, flares, and suede, against a video backdrop of what looked like a highly colorized pot of oil mixing with water, the four-piece set harmonized and guitar-hooked the audience into a mellow delirium. Continue reading An Hour At the Temples
I walked into the first Late Nights event of the semester, unsure of what to expect. Would it be a hazy room full of deep hipsters, spilling out their complicated hearts via poetry? Would there be snapping instead of clapping? Or perhaps it would be a cacophony of sounds, with some impromptu karaoke thrown in-between? Contrary to my imaginings, I was greeted with a warm café vibe. Students sat huddled around small round tables, with a crowd amassing along the sides of the room, enjoying USF’s talent. The ambiance was laidback, with students quietly chatting and snacking. Continue reading CAB Late Nights are Back