Sara Solaimani isn't Mexican. Not even close. That might be racially insensitive to point out within certain contexts, but in the case of Solaimani, it's understandable that some might mistake her for being a Chicana.
The fact of the matter is that even Hot Nerds don’t exactly know how to describe their music. It’s certainly weird, and the members of the group (Joyner, O’Connell and Alia Jyawook on keyboards) are just some straight-up weirdos.
One could easily feel intimidated looking at Tom Driscoll's eerily misleading cones. Whether they're placed tidily on the floor or hung carefully on the wall—as they will be when his new solo show opens from 6 to 9 p.m. Saturday, March 21, at Ice Gallery in Bread & Salt.
He wants to teach women how to move on from what he calls “adolescent orgasms” (aka clitoral) that last two to eight seconds to orgasms that last 30 seconds, one minute, even 30 minutes if they keep at it.
It seems to be an exciting time for the San Diego standup and improv scene. Egan points out that when he first started, there was only one major comedy club and maybe a few coffeehouse open-mics that welcomed comedians.
It seems fitting that this year’s jazz series, staged at The Auditorium at TSRI (The Scripps Ranch Institute), is a multigenerational showcase of talent, with a group of hard-bop legends opening the series, followed by a quintet led by two established players and concluding with a more contemporary, younger sax man.
Musicians should be paid fairly for their work. It's this struggle that's at the center of SDSU professor Michael James Roberts' new book, Tell Tchaikovsky the News: Rock 'n' Roll, the Labor Question and the Musicians Union, 1942-1968.