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July 31, 2006


Here Comes The Man


Bobby Abre-who?








Obligatory Melvin Gibson Post


Unless you're living under Iraq (rimshot!), you
already know about my boy Mel Gibson and his a) drunk driving, b) referring to a female police officer as "sweet sugar tits", and c) anti-Semitic tirade. The time has come for somebody to get poor old Mel's back. Unfortunately, I cannot support action "a". Drinking and driving don't mix like two dicks with no bitch - you'll end up in some serious shit. Let's move on to "b" and "c". My question is, does she in fact have sweet sugary tits? If she does, than he was just being observant. If she doesn't, and Mel was being sarcastic, then I can't defend him. There's nothing worse than a sarcastic drunk. And to be honest, sarcasm in general is getting pretty old. I get it; you mean the opposite of what you're saying and you're indicating so by using a sing-songy tone. It's not clever, get over yourself. As for "c", fuck the fucking Jews. As Mel says, they own Hollywood and are responsible for all of the wars in the world (except The War of 1812). In fact, double fuck the fucking Jews. If Mel's right and they really do own Hollywood, then they're responsible for a lot worse than war. I mean, have you seem What Women Want? The shit is horrific.




Getting You Off Your Hot Ass Is Our Specialty


The requests keep pouring in. "a train" writes from Michigan...

dear skinnyslim,
you help me with so much, but unfortunately you cannot help me move. even more unfortunate is the fact that i'm moving during a record-breaking heat wave. this is making me super-duper lethargic and lazy and cranky. i thought maybe you could help by posting a track that would make me want to get up off my hot ass and move! literally! so, my skinnyslim friend, got any music to help a girl conquer laziness? you know, musical ritalin?



Still sleepy? Try a new one from The Futureheads that could be lovingly described as "musical ritalin".


And if Luda can't wake you up nothing will.


Luda's all about an active lifestyle, no doubt. "Stand Up", "Move", "Rollout"...his catalogue speaks for itself. My two cents? Pretty much anything from Hey People!, The BNBC's blistering hot debut album. And 'Stampers in the know should feel free to leave more suggestions in the comments.




The Pony Track Is A Naughty Little Tot


Comin' atcha first thing every Monday morning, it's The Pony Track, a super-fantastic long distance dedication to BadmintonStamps Collective founding member Aaron "Pony" Child. No fancy links, no clever write-ups, 'cause these awesome songs don't need no splainin'. So c'mon, ride the pony!



July 28, 2006


Tour de Friday Freakout


Everybody's all over poor Floyd Landis for alledgedly using performance enhancing drugs on his way to a Tour de France victory last week. Their case rests on a mid-race urine test that revealed testosterone levels noticeably above that of an average man. But why exactly is Floyd expected to be average at all? There are plenty of people whose bodies naturally produce unusually high or low amounts of certain chemicals - diabetics, Parkinson's patients, really really sweaty people. Isn't it possible, just maybe, that there are those walking among us who are naturally
a bit more testostified? And isn't it possible - nay, probable - that some of these hormonally-advantaged people just might be inclined to pursue careers in athletic competition? This is fucking natural selection, people. Floyd won the race because he was simply too much man for the rest of those pedaling pansies to handle. Think about it in musical terms. Tokyo Police Club is a young Canadian outfit that's taken the blogs by storm and been moving crazy units over at Insound for weeks now. Is their succes the result of some malicious and pervasive cheating? Amps that go to 11 while the others toil honestly in the land of 10? Of course not. They simply rock a little harder than your standard Joe Everyband. And besides, when it comes to rock in general, and Friday Freakouts in particular, the use of performance enhancing drugs is something we at BadmintonStamps typically encourage.




It Was A Linkyard Smash



Dakota Fanning goes nude, pre-pubescent tots anticipate first wet dreams. Hey Dakota, if you like skinny dipping and laughter, give a brother a call.

If you are a heterosexual woman and teenage Steve Windwood's cowlicked performance on Finnish television doesn't turn you on, then you are not a heterosexual woman. Stop trying to fool me.

Wowee Zowee! The best album you might not own because they said it sucked at the time to be re-released. I hate they.


When keeping it real goes wrong: NYC rapper spits detailed tales his drug trafficking exploits, leads to the arrest of him and his crew.

DJ Ben Ha Meen writes in: "Hey skinny slim (sic), I'd like to make a 'Stamps request for "Monster Mash" by Dr. Demento. The cover by The Misfits could also apply." What's with that Dr. Demento bong hit opening?


Did you buy that album yet? I'm not playing about buying that album.



July 27, 2006


Philly Could Make A Whole Weekend Out Of Saturday Alone


Friday night, semi-local Human Television are back at
The Khyber, along with support from very local Asteroid #4. HTV's last Khyber show was the absolute tits. And you all like tits, don't you? I rest my case.

Good googly moogly! Saturday's got shows comin' out the proverbial wazoo. Fortunately, the 'Stamps is here to break it down for you, outline style:

A) Future Tips contribute to the line-up at North Star. It's no Love Park, but it'll have to do.
B) Editors at the TLA. Are they Interpol with high hats? Coldplay with testicles? Don't be left out of the debate any longer.
C) Bishop Allen's visit to Tritone has the Plain Parade girls all gussied up and short of breath. The fuss'll only get hotter when The Teeth show up.
D) The Long Blondes (pic'd) are on stage at Transit, as Making Time stretches those rad new 7th-year muscles. Infused booze and missed connections all around!

Pony Pants put on their Sunday best at the church basement. So c'mon, ride the pony!




Thursday Photo Essay


It's Gettin' Hot In Herrrrr





Thursday Photo Essay


She Only Dresses This Way For Regis




July 26, 2006


Look Who's Waxing


Bronzed booties are soooo C-list. For today's true celebuinfantante, there's no doubt: wax is where it's at. The New York branch of Madame Tussauds Wax Museum
revealed yesterday that Shiloh Nouvel Jolie-Pitt has been selected as the first baby ever to be cast in soft, semi-solid immortality. The announcement was a blow to the egos of many other prominent Holywood offspring, especially after 5-year old Cambodian newcomer Maddox Jolie-Pitt took home top honors in a "Cutest Celebrity Kid" poll conducted by Life & Style Magazine earlier this month. When reached for a statement regarding these back-to-back snubs, Suri Cruise offered no comment, but did drool profusely. Sean Preston Federline was less composed, grasping several cheerios from a small plastic baggie and attempting to throw them in the direction of reporters. Shiloh, always gracious, was forgiving of her peers. "I've known Sean for almost two months - that's a long time in this town - and I don't think he really meant what he did. He's been going through some tough times; car seats, teething, Popozao...you know how it is. And the drooling? Please, that's just Suri being Suri." An auction for rights to the first exclusive photos of the soulless wax baby is already underway.




This Is Why I Stay In The Closet


Awkwardness. I've heard it exists, although the only time I've ever experienced anything like it was the time I spilled wine all over Bruce Springsteen. Thankfully I dodged any awkwardness by blaming it on the waitress. Then me and The Boss had a hearty laugh about the ladies. "Bitches," he said, "Can't live with 'em, can't kill 'em." Ah, good times. But back to this awkward thing. A friend of mine, let's call him "Billa Puster", was asking me the other day how he can tell if he is in an awkward situation. Thankfully, there is one true sign: if someone says "so" with a lot of o's. Let's say you're newly
out-of-the-closet Lance Bass, for example. You go over to Justin Timberlake's house to tell him you're a homosexual. There is a long pause as you look around the room in eager anticipation, your eye wandering between the paint-by-number portraits of Cameron Diaz and a framed condom from that first time with Britney. Maybe it's not awkward, maybe Justin's just letting the news set in. And then finally, he opens his mouth. But all that comes out is, "Sooooooooooooooooooooo..... have I shown you what Cameron did with our garden? You queers like to garden, right?" There is no way to recover from this devastatingly awkward situation, and you might as well say bye bye bye, Lance, cause you two won't be 'n sync ever again.



July 25, 2006


A Link, By Any Other Name...


Local music rag Rockpile
closes up shop, heads for that big magazine rack in the sky.

Pete Doherty somehow on this week's NME cover. Plus, four new bands with pretty lousy names.

Speaking of bad band names, who the fuck decided to put this line-up together?

2006 first-half faves Midlake play tonight at North Star, sandwiched between the blog-hyped tandem of Cold War Kids and Sound Team. Philebrity's got the fever now, too. Pitchfork...not so much. But really, what do they know?

Also tonight, The Futureheads at the church basement, not the Starlight Ballroom. Tapes 'N Tapes at the Ed Sullivan Theater, not Philly. Deal with it




Request Hour


Sarah E. says, "Thanks for
the Pipettes! They are the like totally the coolest girls ever! Give me more! More Pipettes!" Sarah, we like totally love The Pipettes too!


Rebecca "Sweet Eyed" Levine (it rhymes, trust me) writes in, "Can I get some Willie?" You got it, babe. Here's an important warning about cowboys and their erotic tendancies.


Bernard Broget emails, "I love the Girlfriend Track. I was wondering if I could dedicate "Winter Warz" to my girlfreind as a Girlfriend Track." Of course you can. From Bernard to Laura, here's some Ghostface.


Jimbo Maloney asks, "Have you seen [the HBO sitcom] Lucky Louie? I do believe it to be the finest show on the the telly. I particularly enjoy the episode where they keep calling their four year old a fucking asshole. Can you post the theme song. It's awesome. Do you know who wrote it?" Sure do. It's Mark Rivers, and I agree about both the show and the song. Enjoy, Stampers!




That's A Reynolds Wrap


It's always a difficult transition period for a television show when one of its key personalities leaves. How, for example, will ESPN's Baseball Tonight fare now that long-time analyst Harold Reynolds
has been fired? While the staff includes several other great baseball experts who could potentially pick up additional time on the air, I strongly doubt that any of them will be able to match Harold's unique talent for speaking clearly while simultaneously holding the genitals of the New York Yankee's entire 25-man roster gently in his mouth. Oh sure, Tino Martinez will try, but it just won't be the same. Bands face a similar challenge. Yeah, Victoria Bergsman was just one of almost a dozen people in The Concretes. But, while I admit to appreciating the variety of vocals on their latest album, it was Victoria's lilting coo that was ultimately synonymous wth the band's signature sound, and I have major doubts about the group's future now that she's left to pursue a solo career. Fortunately, The Gray Brigade is here to fill the Swedish indie collective void. And how! The posse's debut EP is equal parts Concrete jangle, epic Guille-pop, and Polyphonic free-for-all. They've got bangers and ballads, saxaphones and accordians, blondes and brunettes - everything you'd want out of a baker's dozen plus one of Scandanavian minstrels.



July 24, 2006


Sleater-Kinney: There's Sold-Out, And Then There's Just Mostly Sold-Out






Skinny Dipping And Fake Tits





The Pony Track's Doin' Its Thing


Comin' atcha first thing every Monday morning, it's The Pony Track, a super-fantastic long distance dedication to BadmintonStamps Collective founding member Aaron "Pony" Child. No fancy links, no clever write-ups, 'cause these awesome songs don't need no splainin'. So c'mon, ride the pony!



July 21, 2006


Don't You Dare Put The Friday Freakout On Hold





The Girlfriend Track Measures Up


The Girlfriend Track is song that SkinnySlim deems sexy for a lady to feel . We're talking about songs where, if my girl said "Yo, turn this up", I would be turned on.






The City Of Brotherly Links


Phoenix Update: According to anonymous inside-the-Troc sources, there are exactly 150 tickets being made available to us
non-Camel rabble. If you're gonna buy, buy soon.

The Smoked Joint will be closing its doors and heading for that big BBQ pit in the sky after tonight. Geez, why not just tell me summer's been cancelled altogether, huh? Getcher dry rub on while you still can, people.

Tickets now on sale for Zero 7 at the TLA (9/14), The Cardigans at the church basement (9/16), and Art Brut w/ Spinto Band at the StaR5 Ballroom (10/20).

Congratulations to Hot Chip! The baddest boys of the mini-korg-o-spere were nominated for The Mercury Prize this week, and we couldn't be more thrilled. Or could we? See, if you hold up your special rock telescope and look way the fuck out, you notice that the 'Stamps house band is coming back to Philly, playing Pure on Friday, November 3rd. So, Making Time v Hot Chip, part II? Signs point to yes, so get ready to taste the cocainesexjam rainbow all over again, people.

Download: Hot Chip - "Colours" (DFA Remix) (Thanks to fellow HC enthusiast Kevin)
Download: Stephen Malkmus - "Kindling For The Master" (Hot Chip Remix) (Kevin, again)
Download: Ladytron - "Destroy Everything You Touch" (Hot Chip Remix) (Courtesy of maria*, 'Stamper extraordinaire)

RIP Smoked Joint: Louis Armstrong - "Struttin' With Some Barbecue"



The Friday Jazzout


Shadwick's Jazz Guide says: "William 'Count' Basie is for many people the epitome of swing. In every band he led, the prime element was a rhythm section which was as light as a souffle but that effortless power at every tempo. All of this was possible due to Basie's own quite revolutionary approach to piano playing, it being as sparse in his accompaniment and soloing as every other pianist's was fulsome and overbearing."

SkinnySlim says: A later recording, this mellow number is from the highly recommended Basie At Newport album. The famed concert served as a reunion of Basie greats, including Jo Jones, Jimmy Rushing, Illinois Jacquet and Lester Young.



July 20, 2006


Philly's Bringin' It All Home This Weekend


Tonight, US Funk Team get it on Pixies-style at
the Khyber. Did You Know: Since Todd Pratt departed for supposedly greener pastures in Atlanta, the Funk Team's drummer has assumed the mantle of highest-profile Philadelphian to be nicknamed "Tank". Somewhere, there's a very proud mother.

Friday night, Cansei de Ser Sexy and Bonde Do Role are one-two steppin' in the Mummers Museum, along with some local DJ dude. We don't know much about him, though we hear he really ruined "Gold Lion" for everybody. What we do know much about is the after-party at Transit. And now, so do you.

Photo-ops for all this Saturday night at the Starlight Ballroom. It's the launch party for Stay Local, an exciting new posse that, based on their MySpace bio, looks as though they're trying to wrap R5, the Craft Mafia, and those "Move To Philly" ads all up into one proud, unwieldy, free-Sparks-fueled sixth borough zeitgeist. Accordingly, Saturday night's affair doubles as the release party for Bloodbath & Beyond, the latest mixtape from Town Jewelrz's Steven Bloodbath. The 'Stamps, having heard it in full, will state for the record that it is both too hot to handle and too cold to hold.




Thursday Photo Essay


So Morals Are What...Platinum?





Thursday Photo Essay


Magician Mouse





Hold On To That Paper


Yowza! More old school newsprint-on-your-fingers goodness this morning for the baddest boys of the blogosphere. Yours truly has somehow squirmed his way into that lockbox of high society known as this week's City Paper. Pick up your copy pronto, then flip to the Culture Shock feature for
my enlightening tidbit on one of the best websites that I have nothing to do with. While the prose is necessarily a bit tame by 'Stamps standards, I still think it comes off looking the best out of the four items that ran. Granted, I'm competing with an open mic event, a fat lush, and a brief introduction to nose-gurgling. But when it's all said and done, picking your battles isn't nearly as important as winning them. I'll be triumphantly raising a rolled-up paper in each hand while jogging victory laps around the Love Park fountain later this afternoon, so feel free to approach me for an autograph or very sweaty make-out session.



July 19, 2006


Friday Night Fights


Friday night I step up in the club and go straight for the dancefloor. I spot a fine young hipster Rocker Mama and before you can say "Animal hunts prey", I'm swerving and grinding, gyrating and dipping with the sweetness. She be like, "SkinnySlim, why you dance so good?" and I be like, "BadmintonStamps, baby, how we do." It's on like an Axe body spray commercial, except without the Axe body spray, cause that shit is for herbs. Then things get interesting. Rocker Mama starts dancing all freek-a-leek, putting my hands in places abstinence kids aren't allowed to touch and getting semi-illegal on all fours (for further information please see the feature film
Lambada: The Forbidden Dance). Then a little Asian midget motions to me, mouthing, "Let me tell you something". I'm assuming it's going to be, "That girl has syphilis", which is cool, I got that too. I bend down, eager to hear his wise words, and tell him, "Yes sir, how may I help you?" He proceeds to sucker punch me in the face, breaking my nose. Blood streams down like a running faucet and the vertically challenged jerk flees the scene. Before I jaunt to the emergency room, Rocker Mama is like, "Don't worry about my ex-boyfriend, baby, cause you're gorgeous", and tries to make out with me as I drip blood all over her. I go "Slow yo' roll, honey. I like to freek-a-leek, but never with a broken face."




It Takes Two, Baby


I have to admit, ever since the world didn't end in fiery cataclysm this past June 6th, my faith in numerology has been a tiny bit shaken. Still, there are a few psuedomathematical truths that I'll take with me to my grave. For example, I'm always suspicious of fours. And why shouldn't I be? How many horsemen of the apocalypse? Four. How many letters in the great preponderance of English's dirty words? Quatro. The number of tires on Hitler's car? More than three, less than five, if you need a hint. And I'm not alone. Chinese people everywhere (and that's a lot of people, by the way)
agree with me. I guess the Chinese race and I must've been on the minds of McDonald's marketing execs back in the 70's, when they decided to transform the fictional charcter of Grimace from milkshake-stealing villain to mildly-retarded good guy pal. The key element of this extreme make-over: reducing his number of arms from four to two. And I don't think I need to tell you how gosh darned fine those twos are. That's why I'm all about Grimace Federation, a local Philly collective who bring this crazily tight, Jaga Jazz-rcized indie groove thang with total abandon. The live show's hot like the day is long, especially since it features the front-and-center stick work of two, count 'em, two drummers (brothers, even!). Of course, if they add two more, I'll spurn the whole affair as devil music.

Download: Grimace Federation - "Live Sampler Section B"
Download: Grimace Federation - "Peter Cetera" (AC Remix)


July 18, 2006


Billy Crystal, It's Not Too Late To Find Your Inner Child


Excluding a misguided turn in a
music video, perhaps the middle-aged comedic actor's most profound rite of passage is the chance to play a little boy. Tom Hanks's portrayal of a pre-pubescent kid who's transformed by a magic parlor game into Tom Hanks is certainly the most revered, but he is far from the only lovable wisecracker to try his hand at this thespian challenge. Robin Williams' heartwarming and lovable embodiment of an overgrown tot in Francis Ford Coppolla's Jack gets me every time, as does Dudley Moore's sympathetic and subtle performance as a man forced to have Kirk Cameron's personality. And who could forget Judge Reinhold's masterful turn as 11-year old son Fred Savage in Vice Versa, which had Oscar watchers screaming, "He wuz robbed!" But my personal favorite comic-actor-as-kid is Martin Short's bizarre embodiment of a bratty youngster in the studio killing, Fellini-esque masterpiece Clifford. What I love most about this underrated treasure trove of Short shenanigans is that he plays a ten year old kid that is simply...a ten year old kid. No potions, no spells, no growth disorders, just unexplained absurdity and unadulterated Martin. And of course, the Grodin doesn't hurt.


Give Grodin his due, but let's not forget about Mary Steenburgen either. If you include Will Ferrell's child-like Elf character Buddy on your list, then it seems Mrs. Ted Dansen has a legitimate track record as the cheerfully disoriented man-child mama.



Sorry, But We've Already Finished The Cake




As BadmintonStamps celebrates its first full year of blogzistence, we look forward to mastering the use of napkins. Congratulations to us for being fucking awesome, and sincere thanks to all our friends and readers for bearing witness to said awesomeness in all its blinding glory. One blog really does change everything.



July 17, 2006


This Old Shithouse


George Bush, how I love you so. Just when this whole
Israel/Lebanon/World War III thing was starting to depress me, you come through with a much needed plan. Like Bob Villa with an edge, you have a very simple and easy fix-it-upper for this whole mess. Seems all we got to do is get Kofi Annan to tell the President of Syria to tell Hezbollah to stop shooting at the Jews, and centuries of tension and warfare will end. The sagacious plan was picked up by a microphone during what was supposed to be a private conversation between Bushie and The Blair. President Bush: "I feel like telling Kofi to get on the phone with Assad and make something happen. See, the irony is that what they need to do is get Syria to get Hezbollah to stop doing this shit and it's over." Ironic indeed, George. And that potty mouth! Thankfully, mp3 blog "The NY Times" remixed the curse in question, speeding it up like a Just Blaze sample and then chopping and screwing it to perfection.




Lung Cancer Golden Ticket To Phoenix's Chocolate Factory


In a move that won't disabuse anybody of their French stereotypes any time soon, Phoenix has partnered with Camel Cigarettes for their upcoming tour of the East Coast. The shows are billed as "Invite Only" events, with passes available to those who contact their local Camel representatives, and a very limited number of tickets made avaiable to the public for $5 through traditional outlets (
on sale now, by the way). With all due respect to one of my absolute favorite bands, this is a pretty lousy way to treat your fans. While I personally don't find a tobacco company to be any more abhorent a sponsor than, say, Doritos or Miller Lite, there are other fans who most certainly do, and who will avoid this whole tour because of it. And the "Invite Only" business is just plain nonsense. Let's not forget, the band's last Philly appearance at the North Star back in May didn't even draw two hundred people, and their last all-ages show at the TLA in '05 not much more than that. Now they expect a Troc-sized turnout at a 21+ event for which most fans are being lead to believe that can't even get tickets? And this on the heels of releasing an album that's undeniably their weakest to date? Of course, it's possible that flooding the market with cheap/free tickets will produce the crowd they want. At least there'll be plenty of lighters in the air if they decide to break out a guitar solo. But they're gonna have to play mighty loud to compete with all that coughing.




The Pony Track Refuses To Domesticate


Comin' atcha first thing every Monday morning, it's The Pony Track, a super-fantastic long distance dedication to BadmintonStamps Collective founding member Aaron "Pony" Child. No fancy links, no clever write-ups, 'cause these awesome songs don't need no splainin'. So c'mon, ride the pony!



July 14, 2006


Philly's More Fun When You Rock Out


Don't look now, but there's an honest to goodness diamond just awaiting your pluckage
tonight from The Fire's notorious rough. Local boys El Dorado bust out this gritty Pavement fuck-all with the sort of conviction these parts ain't seen since at least 1996. And are we the first blog to talk about these guys??? Oh snap! Thank us later.

Saturday night, Ill Ease hits the M Room, pimping out her one-woman Sonic Youth biznass for those most demanding of
madams, the Plain Parade posse. Don't forget to tip.

Also Saturday, Medusa Lounge gets even radder than usual, as Dave P & Adam Sparkles bring their [click] mojo down to the dark recesses of 21st and Chestnut.

But don't fool yourselves. The rest of the weekend is just one long build-up to Mission Of Burma at the church basement on Sunday night. Accompanied by blog darlings Pela, the Boston-bred icons are gonna teach you a thing or two about rock, mark my words. Expect the setlist to include what AllMusic agrees is "still one of punk rock's greatest songs."




Don't Link Or You'll Miss It


WXPN
assimilates Y100 in efficient, Borg-like fashion. Jim McGuinn fitted for cybernetic enhancements, ass groove of Matt Reilly's chair.

Jessica Simpson reveals that she intends to become even more talented after she has kids.

Usher joins the Broadway cast of Chicago as Billy Flynn, stepping into the shoes of master thespians such as Huey Lewis, Wayne Brady, and Alan Thicke.

Lily Allen's NME cover: awkward lighting, or very very strange tan lines? You decide.

Let us never speak of them again: Out Hud calls it quits. Bush twins suddenly want what they can't have.



July 13, 2006


Thursday Photo Essay


This Yellow Life





Thursday Photo Essay


Hackman > Spacey





Since U Been Huge


If beverage maker Glaceau wants to get out one message about Vitamin Water, it's that it does a body good. That's why it was no surprise when the company inked a partnership with 50 Cent, a man whose abs are insanely well-defined,
ballpoint pen or no. So you can hardly blame them for taking a hardline stance with unacceptably pudgy new celeb endorser Kelly Clarkson. No matter how much the positive female body-image kooks over at publications like Jane or TV Guide try to disguise it and make it a non-issue, you and I both know the babyfat gut just ain't gonna move water like Fiddy's guns n' washboard. Honestly, I'm surprised Kelly didn't see this coming. You only need to reflect on how poorly Reuben Studdard has fared since his television triumph to realize that an Idol's commercial success is inversely correlated to his or her size. That's why the folks at Snowglobe Records are really on to something. On August 8th, they'll be releasing the second volume of their Tiny Idols series, a fantastic compilation of obscure, overlooked, and out-of-print indie rock gems from the 90's. There's a whopping twenty tracks to digest. And just like Kelly's new all-organic diet, there's not a single trace of artficial fillers, preservatives, or coloring. Well, except for track #13.



July 12, 2006


Oh, It's Already Been Brought





The No Sporting News


Trivia question: What day of the year are no major American professional sports (hockey, tennis, real football, baseball, basketball, golf, racey cars) played? If you said "The day after the Baseball All Star Game", you are correct. And that day, dear Stampers, is today. The Slim and the Buster are huge sports fans, which leaves us at a loss. That's why I've been looking into alternatives to quench my sporting thirst. Unfortunately, my options are limited.
Turtle racing? Too controversial. Dwarf bowling? Too much bowling. Fox oring? Too non-fox related. Thankfully there's RPS, known to the layman as Rock Paper Scissors. It's a perfect game for me because I have a surefire strategy for victory. It's called "Throw the Rock". It always wins. And I don't want to hear none of this "Paper covers Rock" insanity. Since when does a thin, flimsy sheath of tree bark dominate over the dense, hard weapon that is Rock? Personally, I want Paper to cover me up. It's like, thanks for the blanket, Paper, I was feeling a little chilly after spending all day outside smashing the shit out of Scissors. Now go write on yourself. What's that? You can't because you don't have arms to hold a writing utencil? Too bad, Paper. You shoulda thought of that before you tried to step to the Rock.




Say "Hej" To AHK


It's no secret that we're big on the whole Swedish thing here at BadmintonStamps. So you can only imagine the level of excitement radiating through our Philadelphia offices in anticipation of tonight's Acid House Kings show. Their first Philadelphia show ever, it'll be goin' down at the
Kensington South Forum. The whole shebang, which includes fellow Swede rockers The Legends and local upstarts Brown Recluse Sings, kicks off at 9PM, and will set you back all of $7. Seriously, even Ikea can't offer you that much Swedish for your dollar.



July 11, 2006


New Feature: The Girlfriend Track





Variations In The Key Of Head Butt


Losing your head and using your head are often considered mutually exclusive courses of action. That's why I have to tip my hat to the remarkable ingenuity of Zinedine Zidane, who not only provided us with one of the most entertaining moments of the whole tournament - for a brief moment there, it felt like a real football game - but has set in motion a YouTube frenzy of mundial proportions. And guess what? Instant replay reveals that, in addition to being a base and loathesome act, it's also pretty hilarious. The
no-frills version from the French broadcast doesn't quite sparkle, but try watching it again with a bunch of Japanese announcers all talking over each other. Deadspin theorizes that perhaps candy bars were involved, while someone else has set the entire incident to the tune of Oasis' "Supersonic". That last one strike me as especially appropriate, since head-butting somebody in a fit of rage sounds exactly like somthing the Gallagher brothers have done at one point or another, quite possibly on stage. Too bad Oasis was rooting dressing for Italy. Still, when all's said and done, we shouldn't be too hard on Zidane. I mean, he did save the galaxy from that pesky death star.




The Madcap Links


Football. A sport so pussy they don't even use their hands
when they fight.

Death Row is the label that doesn't pay me. Suge Knight files for bankruptcy.

Farnsworth Bentley strikes again (nsfw).

When I was a kiddum I thought Misson of Burma's "That's When I Reach For My Revolver" was hot with nine t's. Now I can't even make it through to the soaring climax. Am I old or was I naive? Decide for yourself over at No Frontin'.
Uh, you're old. Like, smelly-old-people old.

The Madcap Laughs his last laugh, as Syd Barrett shines on from that crazy diamond in the sky. Classic rock radio to beef up today's airplay of "Wish You Were Here" from constant to incessant.


Speaking of crazy genius reclusives, new Sparklehorse?



July 10, 2006


From "Gay" To "Gay Porn" In Just Two Years: The Killers Demonstrate




In other Killers news, Island Records has released a forty second mp3 sample for the untitled new album's first single.
As expected, it's a pretty shameless aping of E Street's hustle. But just like with a train wreck or "Popozao", you won't be able to turn away from this doozy. So have a listen, have a chuckle, and then get on with your life.




It All Took Place In The Slums Of Shaolin




Listen to Mr. Man spell it out for poor Mr. Chappelle. It's torture, motherfucker.




The Royal Playlist





The Pony Track May Never Know


Comin' atcha first thing every Monday morning, it's The Pony Track, a super-fantastic long distance dedication to BadmintonStamps Collective founding member Aaron "Pony" Child. No fancy links, no clever write-ups, 'cause these awesome songs don't need no splainin'. So c'mon, ride the pony!



July 7, 2006


Philadelphia Is So Punk Rock This Weekend


When god was handing out band names, Pony Pants was obviously at the front of the line. Other things they were at the front of the line for: catchy guitar riffs and mad sass. Get dancey with 'em tonight
at Big Pink.

Saturday afternoon from 10AM to 5PM, head on over to the StaR5 Ballroom for that bastian of biannual-tude, the Punk Rock Flea Market. I plan on pickin' up one of them thar fancy Walkmen posters from K-Merce. How 'bout you?

There's some honest-to-goodness Glaswegian flava for the tastin' this Saturday night at North Star. Camera Obscura make everything old new again, along with kinda-local Bottom Of The Hudson.




The Friday Freakout's Pickin' Up The Check


Because we can't honestly expect marquis acts like Bruce Willis & The Accelerators to play at a shit hole like the Trocadero, now can we? That's just one of the rhetorical questions being sarcastically bandied about the city since we all learned that the local government was subsidizing a shiny new House Of Blues on 15th and Chestnut to the tune of
$5 million large. Well, perhaps now it's time for the city to politely request a refund. Afterall, the entire HOB operation has just been purchased by Live Nation, the Clear Channel spin-off and largest venue operator and concert promoter in the world, who just last year took in $1.3 billion gross (and yes, gross in all senses of the word). Just think: if we had the $5 million back, the city could totally afford to subsidize the construction and operation of that new Wal-Mart the downtown area is simply crying out for. Or maybe a fire escape for Johny Brenda's. Ya know, wherever the money's best spent.



July 6, 2006


Sacre Black


France is rife with anti-immigrant racism. Last winter's
riots may have signaled a tipping point, but disdain for foreign workers has plagued the souffle-rich country for decades. In fact, the only thing the French feel more passionate about than their hate of immigrants is their love of football. Even racy photos (nsfw) of Brigitte Bardot and Jane Birkin can't make a French man's baguette harder than a World Cup victory. That's why this year's World Cup finalist team strikes me as a bit ironic. You got a country full of froggy looking/eating French Nationalists rooting their berets off over their overachieving team. But instead of players named Pierre or Francois, we got homies named Antonio Mavuba (aka "Greezy"), Florent Malouda (aka "Cosby"), and Djibril Cisse (aka "Sisqo"). Jacques Tati they ain't. On the other hand, Italy, France's neighbor and opponent, is filled with guidos named Azzurri, Peruzzi, and Maldini. Personally, I'm conficted on whom to root for in Sunday's final. A French victory rewards racist frogs, but at the same time it goes a long way towards their acceptance of immigrants as first class citizens. And, in the end, isn't that a most worthwhile goooooooooooaaaaalllllllll!!!!!!




Thursday Photo Essay


And Do You Know Who That Little Boy Grew Up To Be?





Thursday Photo Essay


Mercedes Rule





Neil Down Before Farm Aid


Convention attendees beware: your lunch break this afternoon at
Reading Terminal Market will be interrupted by none other than Neil Young. The elder rock statesman and Farm Aid co-founder will be holding a press conference smack in the market's center at 11:30 today, presumably to confirm that Philadelphia will be hosting this year's benefit concert, as well as announce the date, venue, and line-up. Our official tip sheet promises interview opportunities, appearances by some of the state's agricultural luminaries, and a post-game spread of farm-fresh foods ripe for the moochin'. And don't forget the stir this is bound to cause among the market's vendors. Let's see just how modest those apron-clad butchers' daughters from Lancaster County really are when they've got a legitimate rock star in their midst. I'm betting on at least 60% more exposed bosom than usual, which, combined with the complimentary food, means this is about as close to an Amish-themed Vegas strip club as you'll ever see. Just remember 'Stampers, what happens at the Farm Aid press conference stays at the Farm Aid press conference.



July 5, 2006


Understandable Smooth Links That Murders Move With


So, Dan, I can get
your girl's digits?

ahomoarcticmonkeysayswhat?

New Clipse: Good song, fun video, way, way, way too much Pharrell rapping.

Austin. Dallas. Dubai.

Sleater Kinney calling it quits, the world mourns. Ken Lay dies of heart attack, world mourns not so much.


Gary Mathews Jr. is a thief.




Did I Mention The Diuretic Effect?


Would somebody please give CBS 3 medical reporter Stephanie Stahl a pair of tickets to the next Making Time? See, baby girl has just discovered a little bevarage called
Sparks. What's more, she's convinced they're a threat to our collective safety, and has made them the focus of her most recent "Health Alert" segment. It's a distinction reserved for only the most severe and insidious of health risks, placing caffeinated alcohol in the same gruesome cadre of cold-blooded killers as improperly washed fruit or any sunblock with an SPF less than 300. Fortunately, CBS is hip to this streaming video nonsense, and has made the full segment available for viewing. It's no NBC 10 slideshow, granted, but it manages to get the message across. The primary concern seems to be over the drinks' diuretic effect, but don't quote me on that. I always figured the riskiest part was that they tasted like shit. Still, I'm not one to disregard cutting-edge, trend-savy journalists. So let's avoid these new-fangled, life-threatening products and just go back to ordering Red Bull and vodka like we've been doing for years.



July 4, 2006


Happy Birthday, America


And Many More




July 3, 2006


My Middle Name Is Playlist


Six months in the bag, so it's time for a quick retrospective. Check the blue radio.blog for some of the finest tunesmithery from the first half of 2006. Some of the tracks, including offerings from The Strokes, Broken Social Scene and Guillemots, have all been rockin' the Philadelphia headquarters for months now, while more recent cuts from Mojave 3 and Phoenix have managed to become objects of obsession in just a couple weeks' time. There are a few quieter numbers, including an exceptionally pretty song from Midlake that I've also posted for download below. Overall, however, '06 has been a pretty hard-rockin' year so far, so don't press play unless you're done with your nap.




The Pony Track Takes What It Can Get


Comin' atcha first thing every Monday morning, it's The Pony Track, a super-fantastic long distance dedication to BadmintonStamps Collective founding member Aaron "Pony" Child. No fancy links, no clever write-ups, 'cause these awesome songs don't need no splainin'. So c'mon, ride the pony!



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