Archive for October, 2004

I’m So Excited


FRI 10/29
At Tritone (1508 South Street)
9PM, 21+, 5$ (FREE with Le Tigre Ticket Stub!)


In our second installation of our event, some of the city’s best rock-and-roll female DJ’s will dig into the crates to raise money for Axi Nue (Red Skate Red, Broken Hipsters, Dumpsta Players) currently undergoing treatment for lymphoma.

Featuring (In Order of Appearance):

Maria T (WPRB, Plain Parade)
Julia Factorial (WPRB, Homos Outta The Hacienda)
Miss Meow (Motherfucking Clash, DJ 101)
DJ Pussy Galore (Electro-Current, Sex Dwarf)
Stacie George (Disorder, Khyber)
DJ Trishylicious (Bad Reputation)
Evil Mlle. Memphis (Songs About Fucking)
DJ Silvia (La Chica Ye Ye, direct from Gijon, Spain)
Darshana and Chetana (Bombay to Brazil, Return of the Last Love)

Red Skate Red is also playing here.

October 29, 2004 at 4:54 pm 2 comments

Do You Have Any Tickets To The Inside of My Brain?


Boys and girls, today’s lesson is called: Behind the stage. In case you’re wondering, this is what Behind The Stage looks like.

The Powerhouse tickets nightmare continues. I had to repeat this phrase 100 times to people.

Behind the stage.

Yes, that’s all we have.

No, you can’t get better ones anywhere else.

Your seats are here. The stage faces that way. You are here. You. Stage. You. Stage.

One of my most confused customers not only couldn’t grasp any of these concepts but it took me 20 minutes to talk to her about a neo-soul compilation that was playing.

So there’s lots of different people on it?

Are they all black?

How do you know?

Today I decided that these people are pretending to be that stupid. I think once they get out the door, they really talk like NPR hosts.

October 27, 2004 at 11:03 pm 3 comments

Post to GirlGroup about Ashlee


The whole Ashleegate thing reminded me of that Kids in the Hall sketch with Scott Thompson as the pop Svengali and Bruce McCulloch as the pop tart in question, “Tammy.” They were having a press conference and she was lipsyncing his answers and when people caught on, I think she just jumped up and said “Dance!” and started doing one of her songs.

By the way, I find both Ashlee and Wolf Eyes painful for different reasons. And I’ve loved questionably talented prefabs over the years like The Monkees, Nancy Sinatra, and countless women in the early 80s who wore polka dot dresses and fingerless gloves on their album covers.

Not included in my post: the first record I ever bought was Kim Wilde’s “Kids in America.”

October 26, 2004 at 9:39 pm 2 comments

Jerk of My Dreams


Jerk Jerkinelli is like Beetlejuice or Candyman. You can’t utter his name or he will show up. Last night I had a dream about him. I found out he was in The Mob by reading the Daily News and seeing pics of him with the mob wives (and their fabulous eye wear and lipliner) at fancy restaurants. He was telling me, in his thick Philadelphia patois, “Yeah, Seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeriiiih. I use another last name. Sometimes it’s Breeeeeeeeeeeeeeewn.”

And wouldn’t you know it? He showed up today at lunch hour, which was good because I’m too busy to talk to him. He was all out of breath. Why? Jerk doesn’t have a job. He goes home, plays his Weather Channel music on his 100 expensive guitars, plays more prog rock CDs, watches prog rock DVD’s, and then calls me up on the phone and talks to me for 11 hours a day. He does this thing. I think he has OCD. He has to check everything 100 times. Someone does an order for him and then he has to come to me to make sure that the person definitely put it in his file, and then he goes home and calls me to make sure. One new release week later. Rinse. Lather. Repeat.

New Releases that came out today: Michael McDonald (the Otis Redding of the Casual Friday set) put out Volume 2 of his Motown warblings. Shithead and Craphead (as my co-worker calls them) put out more duets about how much money and teenage girls they have to pee on. Some horrible TV show that you will only hear mentioned by a C-list comic on VH-1 is out on DVD. All half season of it.

I was reading in the employee lounge that James Earl Jones is doing the Broadway version of On Golden Pond. Can you just picture him saying in his trademark boom, “Wanna suck face? Thank you for using Veriiiiiizon. Luuuke, I am your faaaaaaaather. This is Ceeeeeee Ennnnn Ennnnn.”

Okay, I’m glad I’m cracking myself up here. Don’t forget to tip your bartenders.

October 26, 2004 at 9:04 pm 4 comments

Plain Parade’s New Booking Policy

Maria and I have been swamped lately and our e-mail has been giving us trouble, so it was nice of the kids at Celebri-delphia to help us out by alerting potential PP performers about our new booking policies. Plain Parade has yet to fill some intern spots. You’re hired. Wanna help us put up fliers?

October 26, 2004 at 8:18 pm Leave a comment

No More Peel Sessions


Image from here

“He unearthed different sounds and people and made them accessible and popular… he was a genuine one off – and a warm and decent human being too.”

October 26, 2004 at 8:09 pm Leave a comment

Anonymous Celeb Blogs Are The New Cherry Coke

Frankly, it wouldn’t surpise me if Sweeney was doing both of these blogs just for the fuck of it. But the Townhall reference completely disproves that theory.

October 25, 2004 at 11:25 pm Leave a comment



An IM conversation with Maria about 2004’s answer to Milli Vanilli.

What is it with my customers and all the pausing and staring? They either come up to me, and go, “ummmmmmmmm” or worse, they do it on the phone. Okay, it’s your job to at least remember what you were going to ask me. It’s my job to try to help you. “Can I help you” is not a trick question.

Guy walks up to me, and all he had to say was, “Are you hiring” or “Can I have an application.” Instead I get this whole rap about how he works for Penn but isn’t desperate for work. So I said, okay, let me give you an application. And he gets this look of abject fear on his face and says, “Wait miss, I wanted the Jazz Department.” And I said, “well just write on the application that you want the Jazz department.”

And he stares at me forever.

And then asks, Are you the manager?

And I say, no the manager’s gone for the day.

More staring.

For the record, my boss gets about 50 applications a day, plus like, running a whole damn store. He’s not going to stop and talk to you. If you’re not retarded, he’ll call you in for an interview. Even if you’re a retail genius, he still might not interview you, because he can’t hire 50 people a day. Besides, if it’s not entirely obvious from reading the blog, you don’t want to work there anyway. The money sucks and you have to deal with people staring at you all day.

My other pet peeve: Don’t ask if we have things if you’re not going to buy anything until next week when you get paid. I like to window shop when I’m between checks, but I don’t make the salespeople run around looking for Sade CD’s and otherwise wasting their time. This dude came in, asking for Jean Carne, and I said “Rock/Soul C.” He comes back ten seconds later. “It’s not back there.”

So I walk right back to Rock/Soul C and pick up a Jean Carne collection. The guy reacted like I found the WMD’s in there. “Ohhhh, you mean it was over there?!” Then he bugs me for a song that might not even exist that might have been on the Rocky soundtrack (no, not the theme song, apparently, there’s a “love theme”). Then he goes home and calls me up and we start this Sade farce when he tells me he’s not getting paid until 11/1. And I said, well we only hold things for three days, but you can come back next week and if it’s out, we’ll order you another one.

If you need a layaway for a $12.99 CD, then you have bigger problems. That and we don’t have layway, fucking spaztard.

October 25, 2004 at 10:16 pm Leave a comment

Em, Er, Ah, Viva La Raza


How I wish I had the picture that ran in today’s Philadelphia Inquirer. If anyone finds it, I’ll post it. It was quite Shatner-esque:

A day of stumping ends on a light note

Kennedy reminisced and criticized Bush’s policies.

By Natalie Pompilio

Inquirer Staff Writer

With eight days left until what he called “the most important election of my lifetime,” Sen. Edward M. Kennedy was stumping for Democrats in Philadelphia yesterday, doing whatever it took to make his party’s ticket a winning one.

Including singing. In Spanish.

The senior senator from Massachusetts thrilled a largely Latino crowd in Kensington when he grabbed a microphone and sang “Ay, Jalisco, No Te Rajes” (“Oh, Jalisco, Don’t Back Down”) to the accompaniment of a mariachi.

But while Kennedy ended his day with a light-hearted song, his speeches at three Democratic strongholds were laced with criticism of the Bush administration, particularly for its policies on Iraq, the economy and health care.

“In the last four years, we have seen a White House that has forsaken the truth and abandoned the least among us and made our country a lesser land in the eyes of the world,” Kennedy told the congregation of Zion Baptist Church on North Broad Street.

The Democratic onslaught will continue today, when former President Bill Clinton joins Sen. John Kerry for a rally at JFK Plaza, known as LOVE Park, at 15th Street and JFK Boulevard.

Both Democrats and Republicans are scrambling for Pennsylvania’s 21 electoral votes. President Bush has visited the state more than 40 times, and Kerry, 20 times.

Still, why did Kennedy come to Philadelphia, a city where registered Democrats outnumber Republicans 4 to 1?

“John Kerry believes very deeply that you must go out and ask people for their vote,” said Kennedy, speaking to reporters after his last appearance yesterday. “He doesn’t take any vote for granted.”

As for Bush’s visits, Kennedy noted that the President dropping into Pennsylvania “cannot overcome four years of indifference.”

Across the river in Republican-heavy Moorestown, a pro-Kerry rally featured West Chester’s Michael Berg, whose son, Nicholas, was abducted and beheaded in Iraq.

Berg, a registered independent, spoke against the war, calling Iraq “hellish.”

“The stated purpose of that war was to make the United States more secure,” he said. “It has done just the opposite.”

Bush, Berg said, “is much more like the man he went to eradicate from Iraq than he is like John Kerry.”

In Philadelphia, Kennedy addressed the congregations of two largely African American churches – Mount Airy Church of God in Christ on Ogontz Avenue and Zion Baptist – and the mostly Latino users of a community center on North Third Street.

At Zion Baptist, the Rev. Daly Barnes Jr. introduced Kennedy by noting that the senator’s work “has been service to all God’s creatures across this nation.”

Kennedy tailored his message slightly to each audience: In the African American churches, he repeatedly mentioned the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and noted how one of Bush’s federal judge nominees had reduced the sentence of a man convicted of cross-burning.

“Together, we have fought for civil rights, for voting rights, for economic justice, and for genuine equality of opportunity,” Kennedy said. “We’ve made worthwhile progress, but we know our work is far from done.”

At the community center, Olde Kensington Pavilion, he spoke of the visit that his brother John F. Kennedy made to Puerto Rico during his presidency. John Kennedy also stopped in Philadelphia during his 1960 campaign, a visit many in the audience remembered.

“You gave him a wonderful reception,” Kennedy told the crowd. “You gave him your hearts and your support.”

But the core of his speeches was the same. He stressed the need for a higher minimum wage and better health care. He laughed at the idea of Bush as a “compassionate conservative,” noting how minimum-wage workers are struggling to make ends meet.

“We have an opportunity in this election – an obligation, as well – to elect a president who shares our values,” Kennedy said. “I know John Kerry. I know he will be there for all in need.”

Afterward, Sheila Olivo, 55, said that she had choked up listening to Kennedy’s speech.

“It means everything to us, his being here,” the Manayunk resident said. “We know he is sincere, and we know we have a voice in politics with him. And it’s the first time we’ve had a person in politics learn the language and sing from the heart.”

October 25, 2004 at 9:50 pm Leave a comment

Who Put The Bomp….


Just found out about the passing of Bomp Records founder Greg Shaw, which was very bittersweet after seeing End of the Century.

From his wife Phoebe on MySpace:

Dear Friends,

It is with deepest regret that I must tell you that my husband,
Greg Shaw, passed away in the hospital Tuesday night.

Greg had a vibrant spirit, but his physical health was always
fragile. Last week, for reasons that are unclear, he developed an
extremely high blood sugar and was rushed to the hospital. The
level of blood sugar was so high that all of Greg’s vital functions
were subjected to trauma, and he developed complications as a
result. Nevertheless, for several days he remained in stable
condition. He was conscious the entire time, and his doctors
were quite optimistic that he would recover. Sadly and
shockingly, he went into cardiac arrest on Tuesday night around
11:30pm. The wonderful people at the hospital worked for a long
time to try and save him, and Greg fought very hard too. He was
tenacious to the end.

Greg was given the very best care, and during his stay in the
hospital he had the constant love and support of his family. His
passing was not gentle, but I am comforted by the feeling that he
is now at peace and free of all pain.

Tristan and I are grateful for the sympathy and support we have
already received, and we ask for your prayers for Greg and for us
throughout this difficult time. We also send our condolences to
everyone who is sharing our grief.

Very best wishes to all of you,

Phoebe Shaw
Tristan Shaw

October 25, 2004 at 12:52 am Leave a comment

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