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Pep Love of Hieroglyphics speaks about new album and real hip-hop

As our economy continues to decay, it’s strange that mainstream hip-hop grows more ostentatious and flashy, whispering into our ears of what we still don’t have. What’s more perplexing is that we listen to these sensational verses preaching to us about fortune and sex as we go through our persistently
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SOMArts exhibit spotlights illegal expressions of art

Your heart accelerates as adrenaline soaks through your system. The “high” is triggered by the SOMArts exhibition “I Am Crime: Art on the Edge of Law” where amber lights flash from a mock police car and panicked voices echo out of video sets. The show captures the weight of the
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This Week in Arts

Film This Friday, The Castro Theatre shows Andrzej Zulawski’s newly unearthed “Possession.” This 1981 film has been traveling the repertory circuit, at the BAMcinematek in New York and The Cinefamily in Los Angeles. The film is half body horror nightmare, half poem to broken East Berlin, and a wholly anxiety-filled
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TV Land: The history of The History Channel

It’s March now, which means two things — an excuse (like I need one) to eat copious amounts of pie on the 14th and the beginning of Women’s History Month. I don’t know what it is about the month of March that caters to the particular character of females other
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Cloud Nothings prove they are something at Bottom of the Hill

Bottom of the Hill, a slice of an edifice in San Francisco’s Potrero Hill District, has long been a venue for high-quality live performances. This past Saturday was no exception, with Cleveland post-punk indie band Cloud Nothings bringing their calculated guitar riffs and plaintive lyrics to the venue’s intimate stage.
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Public art project positively depicts Occupy protesters

Twentyfourth Street was barren.  Two 25-foot photographs pasted on the side of the New Parkway Theater in Oakland were torn asunder.  Their faces incomplete, half-formed, had been disfigured by the rain, the tattered remnants swung idly to and fro, like paper pendulums signaling the apocalyptic end of an uproarious revolutionary
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