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A Month of Sundays

Taken next door to Bob and Barbara’s, Thursday night 4/12. Prettified by Valania.

Plain Parade is honored to reunite on Sunday, April 29 as part of Tritone’s “A Month of Sundays,” a weekly series for the eclectic mix of bands, DJ’s and promoters that received Rick D’s unconditional support. Organized by Bob & Barbara’s/Tritone bartender/waitress Beth Boccassini, “A Month of Sundays” gives us all a chance to say thanks to The Man in the Vest.

Tritone is located at 1508 South Street. 215-545-0475 All events are 21+

DJ’s Evile Mlle. Femphis (Tritone bartender Kelly Wolff who also used to do “Songs About Fucking” at Silk City) and Thunderchicken (Tritone’s weekly soul night, “45 Piece”) spin Rick D’s favorite music.

Donations encouraged to Philabundance:

Plain Parade presents:

Camille Escobedo’s Joan Jett snarl rides atop a bracing Cheap Trick guitar crunch from an amped-up garage band that’s ready for bigger things. (Dan DeLuca, Philadelphia Inquirer)

THE NOTEKILLERS (Ecstatic Peace)
While the rhythm section churns furiously, David First peels off a series of scrambled guitar lines, precise even when he’s improvising. His diagonal riffs are marvelously untraceable (Surf-rock? New-wave? Heavy metal? Free jazz? Serialism?), and somehow these dense compositions inevitably come out sounding like party music. It’s clear this band ranked with any of New York’s much celebrated no-wave acts.” (Kelefa Sanneh, New York Times)

FOXYCONTIN (Rich Kaufmann from Electric Love Muffin & Rolling Hayseeds)
I don’t want to lie and say I liked his ’80s ensemble, Electric Love Muffin (though 1987’s Playdoh Meathook has its charms). But Rich Kaufmann learned enough about sad-eyed songwriting while teamed with Kevin Karg for the country-fried, tear-soaked Rolling Hayseeds to know how to make noisy, guttural, disillusioned pop-punk with his first band in some time, FoxyContin. Look for ex-Sonny Sixkiller skin man Lance Crow to rage through what Kaufmann promises will be “no sensitive-singer-songwriter-singing-about-the-state-of-parenthood here.” Good. (A.D. Amorosi, CP)

JUST ADDED! PAUL DELLEVIGNE (The Sinners, former Tritone bartender)

Laboring for nine years with little in the way of commercial reward or mainstream attention has gotten Undergirl good and pissed. The group’s second record, the incendiary My Flash on You, seems to vibrate with the anger of the overlooked. Fusing revved-up guitars with Amy DiCamillo’s furious howl, the record cannily evokes the days before punk rock got its fangs filed at the local Hot Topic. DiCamillo’s delivery is more Poly Styrene than Brody Dalle, and the group’s unpretty fuzzed-up chord patterns seem at times like they were nicked from a ruddy British sublet (“Radio Action” even appropriates the outro from “God Save the Queen”). The band approaches its live shows with equal ferocity, making it one of the hardest- working underrated bands around. (J. Edward Keyes, PW)

To these ears, garage bands succeed when they remember to temper the thrash with tuneful melodies. Philadelphia’s Jukebox Zeros (love the name, guys) rock out plenty on their full-length debut Four On the Floor, but they never let their love of squalling guitars overtake and drown out their catchy songs. The Zeros effortlessly channel ’70s-era punky-power poppers like Iggy Pop (‘Blue screen burn my TV eye,’ yowls frontman Peter Santa Maria on “Ch. 48”) and Stiv Bators (opener “Flophouse” echoes Bators’ snarl, and the band does right by a cover of the Dead Boys’ ‘High Tension Wire’), but they’ve got their own fun identity. ‘Film Noir Love’, appropriately dark and stormy as it sounds, seems to have been created so the band can have a laugh over the double entendre ‘private dick’. And ‘Don’t Tell Me (More Than I Wanna Know)’, aided by a B3 organ which really should appear more on the album, celebrates avoiding dreaded TMI (Too Much Information). And when they’re not being silly, the Zeros have attitude and guitar solos to burn: ‘Why doncha just go away?’ snaps Santa Maria on ‘Fun Suck’; elsewhere, he kicks at the dirt on ‘Cigarettes and Sorrow’. Like their heroes the Dead Boys, the Jukebox Zeros are young, loud and snotty and they’ve got the chops and sense of humor to back it up. (Stephen Haag, PopMatters)


ELLIOT LEVIN organizes a jazz tribute. Bands TBA.

In other news, Scott Parker, a doorman and sound engineer for Upstairs at Nick’s and former Thorazine bassist, wants to put together a not-for-profit memorial CD project together in honor of Rick. If you want to be involved or know anyone who does, you can contact him here:


April 15, 2007 at 11:18 pm Leave a comment

Dumpsta Players Tomorrow


I said before that the show is like Lost Boys meets Breakfast Club. I think it’s more Buffy. I’m playing a sexy vampire girl who kills a dumb jock.
DJ K-Tell & The Dumpsta’ Players present:
Wed. February 21st
11pm Showtime — sharp!
@ Bob and Barbara’s
1509 South Street
Info: (215)-545-4511
$1.99 cover, 21+


High school pressure can make ANYONE feel trapped in a bubble, but for
Bobby, the bubble is all too literal. Due to a rare condition, he’s spent
his entire sixteen years encased in an antiseptic plastic bubble. He can’t
do the types of things normal teens take for granted. As a result, his
social life is a joke. He’s the punchline for his shallow friends, and no
one seems to understand him. And forget dating — with his options
limited, he hasn’t even figured out if he’s gay or straight. Despite an
attraction, his would-be boyfriend Shane is too embarrassed to stand by
his guy.

And then we meet Sadie — a sexy misfit who “gets” him and sees beyond his
plastic shell. Or does she? This romance is definitely too good to be
true, and it’s a matter of time before Bobby will have to make some real
choices. All that’s standing in the way is that damn bubble.

Will he choose love or let love choose him?
Will he separate the shady from the real?
Is there danger lurking for Bubble Boy?
And why do kids keep disappearing near the mall?

Find out whether the teens will be dancing in heaven — or hell in —
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February 20, 2007 at 3:18 pm Leave a comment

Sugar Town Tomorrow!


It’s half-off with a Yo La Tengo ticket stub.

Here’s tomorrow night’s schedule, if you’re interested:
9:00 Doors
9:30 Amy Quinn/Citizen Mom reads
9:45 Y-Front
10:00 Jen Hess
11:00 Voodoo Economics
11:30 Fun dance party with DJ’s Julia Factorial, Darshana & Chetena

This, the latest — and hopefully permanent — Sugar Town revival has got some promise. The first re-installment of Sara Sherr’s monthly female-first showcase (which started in 2001) is no mere “Night of Lady Rockers and DJs” as the flier boasts. There’s also a reading by Amy Z. Quinn, aka blogger/parenting pundit Citizen Mom, and a “drag/performance-art project” by Dumpsta Players Chatty Cathy and Carolyn “The Motherfucking Clash” Chernoff. But, yeah, there’s gonna be some rock and roll, too. In the moody, groovy Voodoo Economics, everybody takes a turn on the synths. Alison Conard has a smoky croon somewhere between psycho and sultry, especially when she’s wrapping her lips around “Bail,” a chaotic little number that cribs its lyrics from Reservoir Dogs: “First things fuckin’ last/ You better wake up and apologize/ You’re not blind, you’ve just got blood in your eyes.” Isn’t that sweet? (Pat Rapa, Philadelphia City Paper)

February 9, 2007 at 2:50 pm Leave a comment

Sugar Town Flier

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In honor of Patti’s controversial induction into the RNR Hall of Fame, by Cathy Heard.

January 29, 2007 at 4:24 pm Leave a comment

Just Confirmed


Darshana and Chetana Borah (Bombay to Brazil, Last Love)

I’m really happy that Sugar Town is coming together. Initially, I was very nervous about restarting it, since it’s always been the most difficult event to book and the most inconsistent in terms of draw and interest. Even the bands who said “no” to me this time around were very enthusiastic and were psyched to play a future show.

Remind me to go back to this entry if someone shits all over it, which they will, it’s inevitable. It’s their loss.

January 16, 2007 at 4:17 pm Leave a comment

Plain Parade Photos



Thanks for the mammaries! Photos of our final hurrah here and here.

January 15, 2007 at 6:15 pm Leave a comment

Sugar Town’s Back!



Sugar Town Presents:

DJ JULIA FACTORIAL (WPRB, 700 Club, your heart)

Sat 2/10 at Tritone, 1508 South Street

Further details TBA

Next month, I’m pleased to restart Sugar Town, a monthly event that focuses on all the cool lady rockers, strummers, and DJ’s in Philadelphia and beyond. I plan on including some drag (kings and queens), vendors, readings, film screenings, and whatever other fun junk I can come up with.

For those who don’t remember, ST started at The Balcony in 2001– with a ton of help of then-booker Lisa Cohen, my former Plain Parade partner-in-crime Maria Sciarrino, City Paper contributor MJ Fine, and Idolator’s Maura Johnston.

Our guests of note have included The Slits’ Ari Up, The Yeah Yeah Yeah’s, Jenny Toomey, Sarah Dougher, Mirah, Palomar, The Demolition Doll Rods, Ill Ease, and Sally Crewe. For a complete history, see here and here

Watch this space for more details.
I’m psyched, aren’t you?

January 15, 2007 at 4:51 pm Leave a comment

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