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THERE have been times during this pandemic when I've wondered how we will talk about it in ten, 20 or 30 years' time. There will of course be clips from radio, TV and film for programme makers and historians to draw on. I'm in a good few of them! [ABSTRACT FROM PUBLISHER]

THERE have been times during this pandemic when I've wondered how we will talk about it in ten, 20 or 30 years' time. There will of course be clips from radio, TV and film for programme makers and historians to draw on. I'm in a good few of them! [ABSTRACT FROM PUBLISHER]

On the cusp of a breakthrough, Lindsey Jordan is already over it. [ABSTRACT FROM PUBLISHER]

Cole Ferraiuolo was eating a burger and reading SF Weekly in the fall of 2013 when he saw something that pissed him off. It was a small blurb on a place called PianoFight advertising a hybrid bar-and-performance space. It said the space planned to host urgent, edgy theater, designed for a younger generation. [ABSTRACT FROM PUBLISHER]

Deep in the serene Vermont woods, a group of playwrights would spend the mornings in their own worlds, drafting scenes and writing lines. At 4 p.m., they would huddle, taking turns sharing their day's work. And after a communal dinner, the night would drift - to the plays, sometimes, but often to the same dilemmas their characters faced in their fictional lives. [ABSTRACT FROM PUBLISHER]

Hundreds of Tegan and Sara fans spent hours Saturday snaked around the perimeter of the Folsom Street Foundry, angling for a prime spot near the stage to hear the hot indie pop duo perform the day after they released their eighth studio album, "Love You to Death." [ABSTRACT FROM PUBLISHER]

Everyone at the party knew Lil B's opener before he even hit the stage. As the crowd swelled with Warriors jerseys after a dramatic playoff victory Saturday night, the first words of the set were nearly a foregone conclusion: "F- Kevin Durant" from the rapper's song "F- KD" And the crowd loved it. [ABSTRACT FROM PUBLISHER]

When Greg MacKellan moved to San Francisco, he told himself he'd be here for a few months. Instead, he stayed 23 years. [ABSTRACT FROM PUBLISHER]

It's the steps of the U.S. Supreme Court building that San Francisco filmmaker Dawn Porter remembers. She walked past them on her daily commute to Georgetown law school classes more than 20 years ago. Perhaps one day she'd be making arguments inside the famed chambers. [ABSTRACT FROM PUBLISHER]

At the intimate music venue Brick and Mortar, tucked between downtown and the Mission, the walls are brick and $9 gets you a Rolling Rock and a shot of whiskey. On a recent Thursday evening, there's maybe 50 people in the room for a punk show; not everyone's got a Rolling Rock in hand, but most everyone is holding some kind of drink. The openers, a band called Pity Party, implore the crowd to put down their drinks and dance; the crowd of 20 or so in front of the stage responds by halfheartedly swinging. They play loud anyway; the guitars rip fast and hard as a mannequin head lurks from the back of the stage. [ABSTRACT FROM PUBLISHER]

Two years ago, Nik Soelter, a guitarist and singer for the Bay Area band Never Young, signed with San Francisco's Father/Daughter Records. His friends had never heard of the label. [ABSTRACT FROM PUBLISHER]

At this point, Carl Lumbly knows it doesn't really matter how he thinks he's doing. It makes more sense to just embrace the uncertainty. [ABSTRACT FROM PUBLISHER]

It was just one of the stories documentarian Morgan Schmidt-Feng's mother told him about growing up on a farm, but it certainly ranks as the most vivid: Back where she grew up in Iowa, she remembers watching her grandmother twist the head right off a chicken for the first time. [ABSTRACT FROM PUBLISHER]

The Mountain Goats sounds like a collective, but for the most part, it's just lead singer John Darnielle and whichever musicians happen to be joining him. [ABSTRACT FROM PUBLISHER]

In the glow of a dimly lit stage, Rhodessa Jones erupts. Each movement of her body is distinct, decisive, crisp; it's wisdom in motion, from the gestures of her arms to the way she wipes down the lone prop, a chair underneath a spotlight, left of center stage. An ominous piano track emerges from backstage, as Jones' character - a former prison inmate - dwells on the troubles of post-prison life. And then, on a whim, Jones breaks character, strutting to center stage with a sheepish grin. [ABSTRACT FROM PUBLISHER]

Lana Cosic was participating in a Facebook chat late at night two years ago when an unexpected message from an elementary school friend popped up on her screen: "Justin passed away." [ABSTRACT FROM PUBLISHER]

In theory, the plan was simple: Director Zoran Lisinac, producer Vladimir Lisinac and singer-songwriter Cole Bonner would fly down to Los Angeles, record the 15-song soundtrack in two days, and fly back home to finish editing their film, "Along the Roadside." [ABSTRACT FROM PUBLISHER]

It was fitting that on Senior Night, Kruize Pinkins closed his USF career with a scintillating finish. [ABSTRACT FROM PUBLISHER]

A sign reading “495,277 free books given away” hangs above the shoppers perusing the shelves, 10 feet high and stuffed with paperbacks and technical textbooks. [ABSTRACT FROM PUBLISHER]

Across the street from an auto repair shop in the Tenderloin, musician Ken Newman draws a crowd as he jams to Oasis’ “Wonderwall” on his electric guitar. A woman beside him tosses burgers to the onlookers. [ABSTRACT FROM PUBLISHER]

Tucked away on Rancho Laguna Park’s lush green soccer field in Moraga, 10 or so human-size plastic bubbles chase and kick a soccer ball. Kids populate the bubbles, and they’re running around on a field perhaps half the size of a regular soccer field, and two goals are positioned at both ends. [ABSTRACT FROM PUBLISHER]

At noon on most weekdays, UC Berkeley’s Sproul Plaza is a test of sensory tolerance — students milling around the plaza, protesters screaming into megaphones, pop music blaring. [ABSTRACT FROM PUBLISHER]

Neville Frankel was standing in line at the Apartheid Museum in Johannesburg when he saw a group of teenagers pointing and laughing at something. Disturbed and a bit curious, Frankel approached the object, and discovered that it was a bench imprinted with a message: “Whites Only.” [ABSTRACT FROM PUBLISHER]

It's one of the smallest conference rooms at The Chronicle, a place where the newspaper's Pulitzer Prize winners are enshrined on the wall. [ABSTRACT FROM PUBLISHER]

... are you reading now? [ABSTRACT FROM PUBLISHER]