Some artists will create new pieces in one night for the exhibition The Day After. They’ll bring their sleeping bags and caffeinated drinks to the Voz Alta Project in Barrio Logan, working on Saturday night to produce artwork inspired by their surroundings.
San Diego’s jazz scene is surprisingly poppin’. I say “surprisingly” because whenever I think of jazz, or, rather, good jazz, I imagine it happening in cool underground nightclubs full of cigarette smoke and old men drinking scotch.
Contrary to popular belief, Mexicans who live in Mexico don’t celebrate Cinco de Mayo. Growing up in Tijuana, I never saw a single Mexican flag strapped to a pickup truck roaring through stop signs and honking like crazy on May 5.
Artists and art lovers who live in Oceanside are working hard to build a vibrant arts community there. So are Carlsbad residents John and Sarah Salisbury, who opened Craftlab Gallery on South Tremont Street earlier this month.
A new week is here, and with it comes the exhausting process of finding new reasons to get your drink on. I feel bad for those people who wait for weddings or their own birthdays to get tipsy enough to act like buffoons.
“The phrase ‘as the crow flies’ is about going from point A to point B in as straight of a line as possible, which is what a crow does because it makes sense,” explains Horton, who also owns $lave Skateboards.
It’s strange for me, in particular, after years of what felt like stagnation in my personal life. There’s a charge in the air that led me to ask the universe a simple yet important question: What the fuck is going on?