I was out for my Saturday morning run when I came to a big intersection on Meridian and stopped to wait for the light. Then I felt strange, short of breath, heart pumping. Next thing I knew you were honking at me because I had run into the street with cars going by on both sides. Instead of fainting, I had inexplicably jogged into moving traffic. But you were there, shaking me awake with your horn. Once I safely got back to the curb, you asked if I was OK, offered to call someone for me, and made sure I was safe. Before I realized that you saved me, you were gone.
I Saw You is an anonymous “man on the street” column. Email your rants and raves about co-workers or any badly behaving citizens to [email protected], or send to 380 S. First St, San Jose, 95113. Submissions should stick to about 100 words.
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Metro Staff on December 2, 2019
The Beerwalk returns with a holiday-themed stroll in downtown Campbell. Both ugly and pretty sweaters are encouraged this time around as more than a dozen breweries will be pouring at storefronts up and down Campbell Avenue. Taste local pours from the likes of Golden State Brewing and Strike, as well as the latest from the bigger craft brewers—including Coronado and Anchor. There will be hard cider and kombucha tastings as well. Tickets get tipplers access to pours, a custom glass and a brew passport. Kids, dogs and designated drivers get in for free. The event benefits the Downtown Campbell Business Association and the Bay Area Brewers Guild. Continue reading »
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Conor Agnew on December 2, 2019
Don’t be fooled by the phonetics—The Hu are no pinball wizards. But by combining traditional Mongolian throat singing and instrumentation with contemporary hard rock sensibilities, they have created a sound that is truly unique and seriously heavy. Fresh from an appearance on the soundtrack for Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order, and currently in the midst of their first North American tour, these mysterious musicians are bringing their primordial brand of metal to The Ritz. They’ll be joined by Canadian psych rockers Crown Lands on a bill that proves headbanging is indeed a universal language. Continue reading »
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Wallace Baine on December 2, 2019
Up until 2018, fans knew what to expect from the San Diego-based psychedelic metal band Earthless: long, intense, scorching, jaw-clenching jams without the benefit of vocals. One Earthless album featured only one instrumental track, just shy of an hour long. Lengthy and wordless face-melting was their brand. Continue reading »
“Fuck you!” yelled the enraged half-naked man from across the dry creek, where he stood in front of his tent like the senile grumpy geezer of the neighborhood. He paused for 30 seconds and followed up with basic vulgar insults about how my girl is a whore and how my dog ain’t shit then made general threats about kicking my ass. I understand that life may have been hard on you, but I’m just walking my dog on this very public trail and talking to my wife about how good “Peanut Butter Falcon” was. We weren’t saying anything about you. And even if we were, there’s no way in hell you could have heard us from 30 feet away so why assume that we did and potentially start an altercation? A piece of me wanted to fire back some obscenities of my own. But it was such a beautiful Sunday afternoon, and I knew it wasn’t personal, so we strolled on. Sorry if we killed your buzz, but I hope that tall can you were holding was still half full so you could get it back.
I Saw You is an anonymous “man on the street” column. Email your rants and raves about co-workers or any badly behaving citizens to [email protected], or send to 380 S. First St, San Jose, 95113. Submissions should stick to about 100 words.
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Kenny Ngo on November 20, 2019
San Francisco-based house music DJ and producer Ardalan is practiced in the art of restraint. On his latest full-length set with Dirtybird Records, Mr. Good, Ardalan gives his grooves time and space to bloom. He revels in the dry thud of an over-compressed kick on album-opener “I Can’t Wait,” allowing the bass drum to take center stage for nearly a minute before introducing a fragmented ice splinter lead and stuttering vocal snippet. The Tehran-born selector comes to San Jose with support from Miss Dre. Continue reading »
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Conor Agnew on November 20, 2019
Whether you’re eagerly awaiting a hearty meal and some quality time with your family or anxiously anticipating some really uncomfortable political discussions, one thing is certain: The night before Thanksgiving is ideal for letting off steam—and maybe, if you play your cards right, hooking up with your long-lost high school crush. In honor of this joyous time of year, The Ritz is hosting this admission-free all-vinyl party. Resident spinners Pardi B and Basura will be joined by special guest Cutso. Together they aim to keep the dance floor lit while The Ritz’s bar staff help you get into the holiday spirit. Continue reading »
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Nick Veronin on November 20, 2019
He sees you when you’re sleeping… He knows when you’re awake… Every year, a bearded, immortal elf makes a list, checks it twice and then descends from the icy wastes of the Arctic Circle to break into every single home in Christendom. It doesn’t get much more metal than that. Founded in the mid-’90s by a cadre of virtuosic session shredders, Trans-Siberian Orchestra are known for their face-melting arrangements of classical, hymnal and folk Christmas music—and, of course, for soundtracking yuletide light shows of Griswold-ian proportions. Continue reading »
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Nick Veronin on November 20, 2019
Somewhere, on an alternate plane of existence, Kevin Gates is the universe’s greatest late-night host. There he is, trading witticisms with his guests, seamlessly dropping into outrageous and uproarious non-sequiturs, and waxing philosophically about the merits of Blink-182, Miley Cyrus and the health benefits of a bootylicious diet. In this timeline, however, the Louisiana rapper is simply one of the best emcees in the game. He has followed up his critically acclaimed 2016 LP, Islah, with his second full-length, I’m Him, which dropped in late September. Gates comes to Santa Cruz behind his latest effort. Really really. Continue reading »
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Metro Staff on November 20, 2019
Pairing West Coast hardcore with classic SoCal surf rock, Agent Orange raced to the head of LA’s burgeoning punk rock scene in 1980 like a bat out of hell. Their debut 7-inch became a soundtrack for skate punks with the urgently infectious anthem “Bloodstains,” featuring the tweaker-friendly refrain: “blood stains, speed kills, fast cars, cheap thrills.” With the help of KROQ’s Rodney Bingenheimer—a DJ famous for being ahead of the curve on punk and new wave artists—and the reputation they earned shredding Orange County house parties, the band climbed through LA punk clubs and onto a touring schedule that has spanned more than 30 years. Continue reading »
