Remembering the Dead: A Visit to San Jose’s Hacienda Cemetery
With Halloween and Día de los Muertos upon us, we dispatched a local writer to document her favorite cemetery in the Bay — which features a one-arm burial site.
 
 
With Halloween and Día de los Muertos upon us, we dispatched a local writer to document her favorite cemetery in the Bay — which features a one-arm burial site.
Turns out, there are a lot of things that freak us out. Today, we'll share even more.
Times are tough. ‘Freestyle Mania’ bent them into the shape of a balloon animal for one glorious afternoon.
Alternative newsweeklies launched careers, called out corruption, and made journalism fun. Can we bring that energy back?
 
When Brontez Purnell first moved from Alabama to Oakland in 2002, at age 19, his new residence provided a great crash course in Bay Area culture. A warehouse helmed by the punk band Erase Errata, it was packed with nearly two dozen other wayward youth.
But he didn’t feel he’d really arrived here until a couple of years later, when he got his first mention in a local newspaper: a San Francisco Bay Guardian write-up following a debauched club night in the city.
“We were outside some donut place, everybody in the scene was there, and I just remember getting naked and dancing in the middle of Polk Street,” says Purnell, now a critically acclaimed writer, musician, and performance artist. The next day, the Bay Guardian’s Marke Bieschke wrote about it. “I think he said ‘Illegal-minded skate punk Brontez Purnell was there, dancing naked,’” recalls Purnell with a laugh. “And I was like, ‘Oh, I’m in a real place! There’s nightlife, there’s gossip columns!’”
Of course, there was also a society column in the San Francisco Chronicle. But if you wanted to read a first-person scene report about naked dancing on Polk Street, you’d have to pick up the Bay Guardian. A free weekly published from 1966 to 2014, the paper focused on underground art, culture, and the LGBTQ community. It covered local politics with a progressive point of view, published adventurous narrative features, and its writers weren’t afraid to express opinions. In the space of a few pages, you could read a sex column, a profile of a local hip-hop crew, and the latest installment in a three-decade war with PG&E.
It was, in other words, a quintessential alternative weekly.