dive bars
Meet the LA Lounge Legends Who've Played Nearly Every Night for 35 Years
Marty and Elayne have been immortalized in 'Swingers,' jammed with the Red Hot Chili Peppers, and made a fan out of David Lynch.
The Allure of the Boonie Bar
Our lust for traversing the mountaintops and unknown valleys of the American West sparked an equal desire to seek out watering holes filled with a frontier spirit.
John at the Bar
I worked at a bar for five years. It was one of those bars that are there to preserve a moment, a state of being, nothing ever changing; crypts with golden sarcophagi, men who can exist as royalty for all eternity.
Noah Taylor’s Strange, Blankly Beautiful Paintings
We spoke to the artist about Australian landscapes and being good at everything.
The Town Erin Brockovich Rescued Is Basically a Ghost Town Now
There's still hexavalent chromium in the water, the town's houses are being knocked down, and the only place to buy beer is about to close.
Melbourne’s Shittiest Dive Bar is Closing and We Are Devo’d
The Liberty Social was home to club kids, goths and freaks. It will be sorely missed.
Listen to Two New Tapehead Songs
The Rochester punk band made up of members of Brown Sugar and Rational Animals have a new 7’ and appearance at New York’s Alright.
Appropriating Team USA
Growing up, real football was for Americans and soccer was for people who spoke other languages while doing jobs with their hands. We've appropriated everything they owned, why not gentrify our own damn soccer team?
Inside Ciaro's Seedy Baladi Bars
If you're a working-class Cairene and you want something more fortifying than a coffee and shisha but can't afford to go to a five-star hotel, then the baladi bars are for you.
Jon Taffer Is America’s Greatest Poet of Drunkenness and Failure
One balmy Wednesday last December, Jon Taffer stood in the dining room of Scoreboard 2, a dive in Norwalk, California. “I want to start by telling you I don’t give a shit about these cameras!” he said. “Saving bars is my life.”
Requiem for a Shithole
Today, in the wake of the shittiest storm New York has ever seen, Manhattan’s shittiest dive bar is shuttering its doors for good. St. Jerome’s was a horrible and fantastic place, a peerless dump in the belly of the Lower East Side where I used to DJ...