While they often presented themselves as bodybuilders’ publications, their chuckle-prompting titles — Torso, Adonis, Honcho, Mandate — didn’t lie. Gay men’s magazines of decades past were bought by gay men who wanted to look at the erotic illustrations of well- built male bodies therein. Because any- one known to possess such material in the homophobic 1950s and 1960s could experience serious consequences, men hid the magazines under their mat- tresses. These illustrations have now inspired a traveling exhibition, Stroke: From Under the Mattress to the Museum Wall. Curated by notable erotic artist Robert W. Richards and orig- inating at the Leslie-Lohman Museum of Gay and Lesbian Art, the popular show contains 24 original illustrations that ap- peared in gay magazines from the 1950s to the 1990s. It also looks at how gay men, forced into the closet during those decades, used these pictures to explore their sexuality intimately. It additionally serves as a showcase for the artists in- volved. On view are works by two dozen top artists of the times, including Touko Laaksonen (Tom of Finland), Antonio Lopez (Antonio), and David Martin.More
We were recently surprised to learn that, while print and e-book publishing lan- guishes, audiobooks do better and better with every passing year. (Downloads in 2015 were up 38 percent over 2014.) We like to imagine that it’s the allure of the well-trained dramaturge that makes emotional connections while leaving some- thing to the listener’s imagination — not background noise for long commutes. In such a case, there can be no finer pleasure than a staged reading by longtime favorites Word for Word, a company that has brought countless short stories from page to stage, including “Sonny’s Blues” by James Baldwin, “The Fall River Axe Murders” by Angela Carter, “Berenice” by Edgar Allan Poe, and “The Bunch- grass Edge of the World” by Annie Proulx. During “Off the Page,” devotees help the company massage prose into parts, and sometimes, as was the case with Al- ice Munro’s work, choose the next story for production. Tonight, the actors ap- proach short fiction from Jamie Quatro’s highly lauded IWanttoShowYou More, which explores faith, (in)fidelity, and family along the border between Georgia and Tennessee.More
A storytelling night with Carnie Asada, Profundity, Coco Buttah, Mahlae Balenciaga, Greg der Ananian, and Fauxnique, celebrates Shark Week with accounts of dangerous, deadly, and treacherous creatures.More
Be there when Cara Black discusses her new book: Murder on the Quai. Aimee Leduc is in her first year of college at Paris's preeminent medical school. But Aimee's world is crumbling: her boyfriend is leaving her, her father leaves for Berlin for a mysterious errand and asks Aimee to look after his detective agency. She begins to investigate a murder. A book sale by the Friends of the San Francisco Public Library follows the event.More
I can't even imagine the confusion during marketing meetings at Yep Roc headquarters as the staff tried to figure out which indie-pop niche to target with The Fast Rise and Fall of the South, the fourth full-length album in six years from North Carolina quintet the Kingsbury Manx: fans of the cosmic Byrdsian revival of Beachwood Sparks and Dios (Malos)? The dusty, skewed rock made by My Morning Jacket, Acetone, Wilco, and Sparklehorse? The oddly charming Brit psych-folk of Donovan, the Kinks, Nick Drake, and early Pink Floyd, as interpreted by Of Montreal and Neutral Milk Hotel? How about every one of them? Because the Manx covers all of that ground and more, and makes a game of Spot the Influences about as challenging as a fishing derby at a trout farm, while adding few new tricks in the process. Over an all-too-familiar arrangement of picked guitar, piano, Hammond organ, and gentle percussion on "Harness and Wheel," singer Bill Taylor coos like David Gilmour; same on both the lazily droning "Greenland" and "Nova." Elsewhere, Taylor gets mega-Tweedy during the sock-hop chamber-pop of "What a Shame" as French horns sound their approval, and invites the spirit of Elliott Smith to possess him on "Snow Angel Dance." South is skillfully recorded and hardly lacking in pleasant melodies, but certainly not distinctive enough to leave much of a dent in your memory banks.