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October 31, 2006


The Glove Is Love


Crispin Glover is
touring the country with a movie he directed called What Is It?. The film is best described as a psychedelic bad acid trip that seems to take place in a fantastical middle ages and involves blackface and swastikas. It stars some porn stars, a lot of people with Down Syndrome, and Crispin Glover. I am not kidding. This is the trailer (nsfw). God help us all...



More Crispin goodies? Sure! Here's his music video for "Clowny Clown Clown" from his 1989 album Big Problem Does Not Equal The Solution The Solution = Let It Be. Of course there's the classic Letterman appearance we linked to back in the day. And here's his follow-up appearance a couple years later. Did you know Crispin successfully sued Steven Spielberg in what became a landmark case? He also claims to be a landowner in the Czech Republic. Of course, we all remember Crispin as George McFly in Back to the Future, which can mean only one thing: Huey Lewis & The News.







Mr. Potato Dead


And here I thought I'd have to wait until the start of the holiday retail season proper (read: tomorrow) for the return of toy safety recalls! Thank goodness there are still a few companies out there with the decency to put out quality autumn-appropriate choking hazards. So take a bow,
Mr. Pumpkin Head. The U.S. Consumer Product Safety Commission decided last week that the scariest thing about your Halloween-themed attachments are their flagrant disregard for small childrens' esophagi. But while I agree wholeheartedly with the verdict, I question the timing of the announcement. I mean, this family of toys has been around for years. Since when exactly have all these facial fragments NOT been a choking hazard? Yet the ugly news surfaces right before Halloween, the time when it poses the biggest threat to sales of the Pumpkin line. I'd hate to think that the head honcho and his board room full of yes-legumes over at Paper Magic were sitting on this information, waiting for the moment at which it could do the most harm to this new gourd-centric competition. Say it ain't so, Mr 'Tato. Because that would be about as embarrassing as choking on a small plastic ear.



October 30, 2006


Daniella's Mexican Rock: Cafe Tacuba


Over the next couple of weeks, we are honored to have Daniella Elbahara, super cool sexyrock chick extraordinaire and proprietor of
La Elbahara, as a guest 'Stamper. Miss Elbahara will be sharing some of her favorite hipster Mexican tunes. It's mucho excellente picante!

Café Tacuba is a Mexican band that to this day remains at the height of quality, originality and tradition within the scene. Their music has always been recognizable, mostly thanks to Ruben Albarran's (the eccentric and petite lead singer) bizarre shriek and the fact that they dress like Mexican hippies with their embroidered tunics and Indian sandals. Their use of typical regional and Mexican instruments also definitely makes their sound unique. This song in particular still makes me get up and dance. I used to wake up to it daily and people still always play it in weddings and birthday parties. I actually just heard it here in New York over at the weekly party by Fresa Salvaje and Nacoteque (which I heartily endorse).

Download: Café Tacuba - "Las Flores" (Mexico City)



The Pony Track Begs For Its Money


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!



October 27, 2006


Daniella's Mexican Rock: Fobia


Over the next couple of weeks, we are honored to have Daniella Elbahara, super cool sexyrock chick extraordinaire and proprietor of
La Elbahara, as a guest 'Stamper. Miss Elbahara will be sharing some of her favorite hipster Mexican tunes. It's mucho excellente picante!

I met SkinnySlim on the job. He's truly an international man of mystery. Working next to an eclectic mix of ladies in xerox alley, the press quarters, and the infamous green room, he mingled with classic beauties from France, exuberant Italians, a chatty Australian and myself: the neighbor to the south (yes, we Mexicans are everywhere). After sharing musical moments and a couple of cocktails, he asked me about "cool Mexican music". Hmm... well, depends on what you think is cool... but if you want to listen to songs from the other side of the Rio Grande (minus the folk, ranchero, norteńo, cumbia, salsa, and reggaeton), then I'll share 10 of my fave songs, in chronological order...

I was 13 going on 14 and Fobia was one of the only Mexican rock bands that mattered. Critics constantly called them the Mexican version of The Cure. I remember going to their concert at the Monterrey baseball stadium with three girlfriends. We were all dressed in black and our eyes were red due to some extreme black eyeliner abuse. We had shitty seats and I wanted to see Leonardo (the dreamy lead singer) closer, so I opened a hole in the fence and went down to the field. My friends tried to follow, but the cops caught them and kicked them out. Fortunately, I had my dad's "charola," which was a stupid little badge they used to hand out to politicians and political attaches that somehow universally got you out of trouble. Sure it was corrupt, but I got a second row seat, so what the hell.

Download: Fobia - "La Iguana" (Mexico City)



Three Things Rick Santorum Didn't Approve This Weekend In Philly

Surely we can all agree that THE place to be this evening is the First Unitarian basement. The Wrens (pic'd) are back in town, riding a wave of reissued adrenaline with the news that Wind-Up will finally be releasing their legal stanglehold on the band's first two albums, including masterful sophomore LP Secaucus.

Derdang, bitches! Saturday night, the North Star hosts dirty Domino blues rockers Archie Bronson Outfit.

Also Saturday, as previously mentioned, Favourite Sons at Johnny Brenda's. If you're hankering to win your very own copy of their new CD, along with some other bits and bobs, you've got until midnight tonight to enter our giveaway.


And a quick Making Time update: Some changes to the line-up. Klaxons are out (visa problems). Digitalism, Whitey, and The Presets are in. Lo-Fi-Fnk aren't anywhere to be seen on the bill, but their MySpace page contends otherwise. The inside poop I heard was that they were tapped as a replacement when it appeared as though Digitalism would be unavailable. So now they're both in? And is anybody really going to complain about it if they are? And what's this about Puma giving everybody free cocainesexjam shoe laces? And why haven't you bought your tickets yet? Every rad answer just raises more rad questions...

...and Daft Punk in town this Saturday night? Halloween or April Fools: you decide.


October 26, 2006


Beautician And The Beast!


As Philabuster
dutifully noted, there's a hella lot bands out there with exclamation points in their names. We got Panic! At The Disco, Oh No!! Oh My!!, We Are! We Are!, You Say Party! We Say Die!, The Go! Team, and !!!. Hey guys, get those goddamn exclamation points out of your band names and back where they belong: in your song names. See, a great band has range. Sometimes they play a song that punches you in the face with a big fat exclamation point and sometimes they play it soft and sweet, toying quietly with your emotions. Think of these great bands like musical Meryl Streeps. One day they're chewing scenery and hamming it gloriously up in The Devil Wears Prada (exclamation point!) and the next they're playing it subtle and affecting in Out of Africa (no exclamation point. Not even a comma). But a band with an exclamation point in their name has to be "showy" all the time, and risks being typecast. They're sort of like the Fran Drescher of music. Sure, they're funny in Spinal Tap, and their work in The Nanny is acceptable, but you'll never see them rocking some emotional Sophie's Choice accent seriousness. So drop the points from your name and take a page from classic punk band X-Ray Spex. They knew how to rock it exclamation point style better than anyone, but also had the depth to dip into pretty soft stuff. All the more impressive is that they manage this range with a chick who sings like Miss Drescher.




Thursday Photo Essay


Little Green Playa


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Thursday Photo Essay


'Sup Dawg?


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October 25, 2006


Down Beside Your Brenda's: A Favourite Sons Giveaway


This Saturday night, the quaintly spelled and ambiguously local Favourite Sons are back in Philly for the first time in what feels like forever, and is actually the first time since April - which is to say, entirely too long. And while
Johnny Brenda's may not have exactly the same vibe as a Making Time-juiced Transit, I think we can all agree that the hardwood floors and "Fuck the Yuengling Man" mentality add a certain something that no venue south of hoity-toity Spring Garden can touch. Of course, none of this would be of consequence if it weren't for the tunes, which, if you haven't heard, da Sons got but good. Which brings us all back to the heart of the matter - your wanting of free stuff, and the 'Stamps abundant joy of giving free stuff to you. To wit, shoot an e-mail with the subject heading "DOWN BESIDE YOUR BRENDA'S" to contest@badmintonstamps.com right now, making sure to include your proper name. Two lucky fucks get a copy of the band's debut album, stickers, pins, and other pimpin' FS paraphernalia. Have at it, 'Stampers.




Tune In, Turn On, Win Shit


Her Jazz overlord and Plain Parade co-mistress Maria T. is giving away a
free pair of tickets to our super-fantastic November 4th showcase at the Khyber on her impeccable WQHS radio broadcast this morning. Tune in right now until noon for your chance to win, win, win! Forget the old fashioned radio dials and just click right here to stream the show live in your favorite media player.


October 24, 2006


New Playlist: All For You, Sofia


Two weekends ago, I had the privilege of seeing Sofia Coppola's New Wave-scored, light as air Marie Antoinette. In honor of Miss Coppola's delicious new flick, SkinnySlim has assembled a confection of tunes that could have been in Marie but were not. We got some Roxy Music, a little New Order, a bit of Au Pairs, and even a pinch o' Soft Cell and Modern English to help you conjure 18th Century Versailles. Think of it as an alternative to the alternative-minded soundtrack. New Wave is dead. Long live New Wave!



Tuesday Night Simply Refuses To Suck


A veritable smorgasboard of musical delights is at your fingertips this chilly Tuesday eve. Blog darlings Headlights (pic'd) are all Khybered up, with support from cutesy-ootsy locals Audible. If you're in the mood to go Dutch, then make your way over to quirky confines of 4th and Girard. Not sure what alternate universe The Fire fell into over the weekend, but damned if they're not hosting Netherlandian 90's indie sensations Bettie Serveert, back with their first new album since '97 last year. And of course, at the StaR5 Ballroom, Love Is All is straight-up can't miss awesome.



October 23, 2006


VH1 Will Not Televise The Revolution


I'm a white man. This means I have all the power in the world and you, being not a white man, have none. We may throw you a bone now and again, but we run this shit and work hard to make sure it stays that way. Us white men have secret meetings held in cigar smoke filled rec rooms in the suburbs. Now usually I don't do this but, ahh, I'm gonna go ahead and break you off with a little recap of last week's meeting. It was the White Man Awards, and this year's big winner was VH1/Viacom for their hit show The Flavor of Love. The reality series centers around scantily clad, uneducated and conniving women fawning over an intoxicated, buffoonish black man named Flavor Flav. Fried chicken is often involved. Back in the day, this type of entertainment was referred to as a "
minstrel show". It's good stuff. But what makes VH1's work such a triumph is that Mr. Flav used to be in a political rap group that called for revolution against the white power structure. We've been trying to get after this band of "Public Enemies " for years, with only moderate success (see: Professor Griff). It took the clever minds at VH1 to co-opt the man who once performed the anti-tv manifesto "She Watch Channel Zero?!" (featuring his lines, "You watchin' garbage...just back up from the TV, read a book or something. Read about yourself, learn your culture!") and turn him into television's most successful garbageman. Kudos VH1, on another White Man victory!




The Pony Track Is A Mister Lover Lover


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!



October 20, 2006


The Girlfriend Track Is Passing Notes In Class





Very Very Live In the 2-1-5 This Weekend


Art Brut storm the
StaR5 Ballroom along with the one band that managed to maintan their dignity even after prolonged exposure to Ultragrrrl, our very own Spinto Band. Also in tow, blogsations Annuals. Chant it with me now, folks: Hall & Oates - Top of the Pops!

Have TV On The Radio finally released an album that fulfills the enormous promise of the Young Liars EP? I'm gonna say the answer's still "no". But that don't change the fact that these guys absolutely kill it live. Like, James Brown kill it. Forget whatever you think of the records and just check 'em out Saturday night at the ballroom

Sunday night, Mojave 3 (pic'd) at North Star! Seriously people, this is Christmas in October. Sure, it's a little disappointing that Rachel Goswell won't be on stage this time around, but there's still no reason to let anything come between you and the band that put out the album that sounds like everything The Life Pursuit should've been but, let's be honest, wasn't, AND also has a back catalogue that's absent even one single clunker, AND who used to be Slowdive, for cryin' out loud. You read it here first: Philly concert event of the month.



October 19, 2006


Thursday Photo Essay


The Big Finish





Thursday Photo Essay


Ain't Comin' Back


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October 18, 2006


New Release Round-Up


Let's take a look at some albums that have come out recently...

In the "Smart American Band That Wilco Fans Should Feel" category we have Califone's superb/awesomelicious Roots And Crowns.


In the "Great Black Music Of the Seventies Reissues" category we have Al Green's underrated, and super consistent The Belle Album.

Download: Al Green -"Belle"

In the same category we have Eccentric Soul's latest compilation Good God! A Gospel Funk Hymnal.


In the popular, "Why wouldn't I just listen to Bruce Springsteen instead of listening to some band that keeps getting compared to him but is pretty forgettable at best and abrasive at worst and really just sounds like the Counting Crows. I mean maybe if I was drunk I would dig it a little, but seriously, 'the album of the year' claims give me a headache and the title and cover makes the whole thing even more atrocious" category we have The Hold Steady's Boys And Girls Of America.


In the Beck category, we have Beck.




She Blinded Me With Links


Stephen Hawking is set to star in and narrate the new film
Beyond The Horizon. Might I suggest a guest narrator? Also, a stunt double.

Boeing is now testing a new, airplane-mounted Advanced Tactical Laser that "will transform the battlefield by giving the warfighter a speed-of-light, precision engagement capability." The man behind this devatstating new weapon? You guessed it: Val Kilmer.

"Alzheimer's symptoms include memory loss, impaired decision-making, and reduced language and movement skills." Obviously, marijuana is the solution.

Amateur footage proves minivans are impervious to lightning. Myths about Zeus striking down ancient Greek soccer moms now permamantly debunked.

The better line would've been: "This car goes to 11."



October 17, 2006


All About The Throw Up, Baby


My two-plus week secret mission has finally concluded, and it was by all measures a success. I can tell you it involved a little bit of
him, a fair amount of her, babysitting his daughter, and taking care of this dude while he vomited. Good stuff, but working day and night can take its toll. My rich Mediterranean skin has faded to a pale off-white and I'm already being referred to by friends and family as "SkinnierSlim". I've also missed out on some of my favorite activities, namely water polo, swimming, pool basketball, Marco Polo, water boarding, badminton, stamps, and BadmintonStamps. But perhaps the greatest (non-pool) activity I've missed is getting dressed up in funny outfits, putting on some loud music, and shaking my moneymaker in front of a mirror. Commonly referred to as "dancing with one's self", the practice dates back to the invention of the player piano, and was famously explored in Doctor Duthmound Singerfrydenschtienerblitzen's classic 19th Century work Das Dance Auf Alone Iz Goodin. The theory states that self-dancing provides an excellent source of exercise, encourages free expression and imagination, and greatly promotes self-esteem. Thankfully I've spent the entire last day partaking, and can honestly say I am refreshed and ready to resume my 'Stamps duties. Let's kick things back off with the theme song to the good doctor's theory, as well as a good track with which to practice the technique.



October 16, 2006


The Formative Years: Daydream Nation


Over these two weeks, SkinnySlim will be occupied with a top secret mission. He will therefore be unable to provide you with his usual clever musings. To tide you over, he has put together a personal series chronicling his favorite albums from his wild teenage days growing up in New York City.

It's an anthem in a vacuum on a hyperstation. Then Kim Gordon kicks your fucking ass.




Don't Look The Pony Track In The Eye


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!



October 13, 2006


No Excuses


I've got about 2 minutes of free time today, and I'm using them to remind you that there's really no good reason to be anywhere but either Milcreek Tavern or Tritone tonight for two of Philly's best and brightest. At
Millcreek, our most beloved of all dual-drumming jazz rock prog acts, Grimace Federation, will be doin' their dual-drumming jazz rock prog thing with a vengeance. At Tritone, the Plain Parade gals are putting on of of their last shows ever, and it includes 'Stamps faves and Nov. 4th featured rockers Brown Recluse Sings. Maria and Sara have been like the big sisters the 'Stamps never had, and for a while never even knew we wanted. The Philly concert landscape just ain't gonna be the same without them. So go get while the gettin's good.


October 12, 2006


The Formative Years: Emperor Tomato Ketchup


Over these two weeks, SkinnySlim will be occupied with a top secret mission. He will therefore be unable to provide you with his usual clever musings. To tide you over, he has put together a personal series chronicling his favorite albums from his wild teenage days growing up in New York City.

Bleep bleep bloop bloop wasn't exactly my shit when I was fifteen. Drugs and pussy and screaming guitars were more like. Or I should say, drugs, dreams of pussy, and screaming guitars. But something made me fall head over heels for Emperor Tomato Ketchup. Maybe because it's got some of the best songwriting, arrangements, rhythms, melodies, harmonies, and all that other "music" stuff ever put to tape. That, and the fact those French chicks were kinda banging back in the day.




Thursday Photo Essay


This One's For Apollo


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Thursday Photo Essay


The Donkey Track


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October 11, 2006


The Formative Years: Exile On Main Street


Over these two weeks, SkinnySlim will be occupied with a top secret mission. He will therefore be unable to provide you with his usual clever musings. To tide you over, he has put together a personal series chronicling his favorite albums from his wild teenage days growing up in New York City.

I didn't want to fall in love with my Dad's favorite album. I was a bratty, snide, kick-ass kid, way cooler than Pops. And yet after my third or fourth listen to Exile, all I wanted to be for Halloween and the 364 days that followed it was a Rolling Stone circa 1972. Still the dirtiest, sexiest, funkiest rock and roll any crew of white boys ever dropped. Thanks Dad.




The Khyber Is Your Alibi Tonight


Orchestral Brit rockers South are making a stop tonight at
The Khyber. Along for the ride are a stripped-down Californian electro-accoustic duo Dark Side Of The Cop, pimping a self-released debut album "originally conceived as an alternate soundtrack to the 80's classic Beverly Hills Cop," or so says their bio. Treat it like welcoing party, 'cause half of the band is moving to Philly permanently. Up next: an alternate soundtrack to Trading Places. Get crackin', guys!



October 10, 2006


The Formative Years: This Nation's Saving Grace





The Perfect Shit Storm


A Croatian woman was left with a severely burned anus after a lightning strike which entered through her mouth left her body through her bottom.

The lightning reportedly struck Natasha Timarovic's building as she was cleaning her teeth – with her mouth to the tap, sending the current through her body.

And as she was wearing rubber-soled shoes, the lightning bolt was unable to earth through her feet – so it took the next easiest route, and came out of her rectum.

Those of you who thought that the 'Stamps boys were above the level of scatalogical humor should take a moment right now to correct the necessary paperwork. Is this the single biggest anal burn story of '06? I'm going to say yes, but I reserve the right to change my answer if there's any breaking news about this guy later in the week.



October 9, 2006


The Formative Years: Electr-O-Pura


Over these two weeks, SkinnySlim will be occupied with a top secret mission. He will therefore be unable to provide you with his usual clever musings. To tide you over, he has put together a personal series chronicling his favorite albums from his wild teenage days growing up in New York City.

I was walking on tenth street and stopped into Kim's one afternoon, searching for a cd to pick up. I had been buying a lot of long winded, epic albums recently and was in the mood for something a bit more brief. Thankfully, Yo La Tengo's new album featured the length of each song on the back of the cover. It was a manageable 30 something minutes. But when I came home a plopped it into my stereo, the album ran for an hour. The last song claims to be three minutes, but was actually nine. What the shit is that? Yo La Tengo totally fucking played me and I was pissed. Lucky for them, the album became an instant favorite. On this song, Ira Kaplan sings about walking on Tenth Street. I lived on Tenth Street! And boy did I love listening to this song while walking on Tenth Street. Between you and me, I kinda still do.




Now Arriving At Concourse A, The Pony Track


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!



October 6, 2006


The Friday Freakout Is Up To Get Down


And now, some 'Stamps trivia. Who was the very first band ever to reach out across the vast emptiness of cyberspace and say hello to your now-favorite Philly music news and non-sequitur humor site? Time's up...it was rockin Atlantanians and tonight's
Making Time guests, Snowden. Can you believe it? One minute they're self-releasing EPs and just giving away these ferocious Zombies covers, and then you blink, and poof! They're busting out flashy Friday Freakout jams that the whole blogosphere is just bananas over. Ah, they grow up so fast.

And while we're on the subject of Making Time, let's use the opportunity to get you caught up on the latest development in what we're already pretty sure is gonna go down as party of the deacde. Yet another act has been added to next month's line-up, and it's dancey Swedish electro-pop duo Lo-Fi-Fnk. Adding to the already confirmed sets from Justice, Klaxons, The Rapture, and Hot Chip, this evening now has all the makings of a an out-and-out dance marathon, like some bizzaro hipster version of Steel Pier. Which makes sense, really. Kander & Ebb were notorious dance floor man whores.




The Formative Years: London Calling


Over these two weeks, SkinnySlim will be occupied with a top secret mission. He will therefore be unable to provide you with his usual clever musings. To tide you over, he has put together a personal series chronicling his favorite albums from his wild teenage days growing up in New York City.

As a young music enthusiast, I found it important to listen to all genres of music. I remember becoming cautiously curious about punk at around age twelve. Cautious, because I knew this music was scary, hard, and mean. I searched through my Dad's record collection and found a promo copy of London Calling by The Clash. Something must be wrong. This isn't scary or hard or mean. This is just rock and roll. I remember looking it up just to make sure The Clash really were considered a seminal punk band. They were, and I learned me an important lesson: never trust labels. Except if it's Armani. Always trust Armani. That shit looks sharp. Sharp like a brand new Cadillac...




Give Us Your Tired, Your Poor, Your Huddled Masses Yearning To Drink Free


We get a lot of tips here at the BadmintonStamps mail room. Some are compelling. Some are a waste of time. Some promise us free beer. We like the ones that promise us free beer. To wit, from those precocious Shout Magic kids:

Just wanted to alert you to a special engagement this evening you may be interested in checking out. Our friend Crockett is running a gallery opening/show with his band, On 3 Go, featuring anywhere from 2/5ths to 5/5ths of Shout Magic as the backing band.

The art is awesome, he's hooked up with one of the most tasteful DJs I've ever heard, and the beer is free. We did it last night, we're going at it again tonight. It's going to be at BShehu, S.13th & Sansom. Maybe starting around 6:30 or 7ish, hopefully later.

So, yeah, we know pretty much nothing about On 3 Go, other than the fact that Shout Magic likes/is them. Here's what we do know: 1) bShehu is a boutique that features pieces described as "sensually sophisticated" - a term also frequently used to describe the authors of this site, and 2) complimentary booze is music enough to my ears, and don't even front like it's not to yours, too. Plus, ya know, art!

UPDATE: ...or not. Apparently, the event has been cancelled.


On an unrelated note, this blogger has become more and more convinced with each passing season that there really isn't a single Mojave 3 album that's not worth owning. Still, Excuses For Travelers, from which the above selection is taken, may be my favorite. Don't miss them live (albeit sans Rachel Goswell) at the North Star later this month.


October 5, 2006


Thursday (Self-Promoting) Photo Essay


It's Seriously Terribly Necessary That You Click The Picture Now




October 4, 2006


The Formative Years: Illmatic


Download: Nas - "Halftime"



Don't Call It A Linkback


Smoking in Philadelphia bars is so out,
it's in.

Philebrity Weekender '06 vs '05: Different venues, same bands, less Vitamin Water. Which, all told, still makes for a pretty fuckin' awesome weekend. A Friday night after-party with The A-Sides and Kirsten Dunst? RSVMe!

From the department of "Remember, This Doesn't Mean Mommy And Daddy Don't Both Still Love You Very Much": Philebrity Sweeney vs Phawker Valania. As winter approaches, this looks like the news/media/culture/politics/gossip blog cold war to watch. Take sides if you must, though the 'Stamps believes there's got to be a viable third way. The Clog? Phillyblog? Steven Bloodbath's MySpace page comments?

The homophobes (and former Wham! managers) would say The Beatles are gay.

Thursday night, Ratatat riffs shit up at The Khyber. Fuck all the haters; these guys are great live. And unlike former tour partners Junior Boys, they have the good sense not to totally fuck up their sound at shows with a live drummer.



October 3, 2006


The Formative Years: Bee Thousand


Over these two weeks, SkinnySlim will be occupied with a top secret mission. He will therefore be unable to provide you with his usual clever musings. To tide you over, he has put together a personal series chronicling his favorite albums from his wild teenage days growing up in New York City.

I asked my Mom to pick up Bee Thousand at Kim's West Village (R.I.P.) one day while I went off to school. Rumor has it the clerk was taken aback to see a middle aged woman picking up the album. "It's for my son," she replied. He asked, "How old is he?" "Twelve." He was even taken abacker. "You have one cool son." That night I listened to GBV's lo-fi stylings over and over again. I couldn't believe people could actually make music that sounded like this. And for the first time in my life I felt the clerk might be right. As we all know now, he was a sage among men.




The Hunt For The Re-Penant


Since I woke up this morning in the wake of yesterday's Yom Kippur holiday, it seems my efforts at atonement were succesful, and I have once more had my name inscribed in the book of life. Awesome. Time to start racking up some new wrongs. And why not start with a big one, like, say, questioning the wisdom of the almighty? That's right, big guy. I think you owe me a few apologies of your own. Now, I'm not saying you ignored my prayers on purpose, but there were at least a few big misunderstandings on your part this past Hebrew calendar year. For example, that thing I kept asking for, with
Abi Harding and the soft serve ice cream machine? Yeah, that never even came close to happening. What's the deal? Also, when I said I wanted to watch the Red Sox play this fall, I really didn't mean watching Curt Schilling on Celebrity Jeopardy. Good news is, I'm a forgiving kinda guy. I don't require a week of prayer. I certainly don't want you to fast. All I'm askin' is whether you've taken time to fully appreciate how deserving the Twins, Tigers, and A's have been this season. I mean, what's not to root for? A dominant Johan Santana? A resurgent Frank Thomas? The Tigers, fer chris sake? These are small market teams we're talkin' about, with fans in short supply, and I just know they'd be thrilled to have you in their corner. Probably flash a message for you up on the jumbotron and everything. Just think of this as a make-up call for the whole giving-Jon-Lester-cancer thing and we'll call it even, 'cause seeing one of these teams in the World Series would be absolute baseball nirvana.



October 2, 2006


You've Gotta KFC What's Kickin'


Packing all the sideshow wallop of a
four-assed monkey but without the "ain't it adorable when nature goes so so wrong" cuteness of a two-headed kitten comes Pennsylvania's latest genetic outlier: Henrietta, the four-legged chicken. Considered hideous deformities by some, the superfluous extremeities have been greeted as a welcome and fortuitous mutation by executives at Kentucky Fried Chicken. Succesfully reproducing birds with Henrietta's unique condition would be a huge boost to the company's bottom line, with only half as many animals needed to supply America's drumstick demand. It's a bright spot for a business that has seen its share of troubles over the last few years. An increasingly health-conscious society has shunned KFC's fatty food and balked at its misleading ads. More recently, celebrities from Al Sharpton to Pamela Anderson to The Beastie Boys have lead campaigns to raise awareness of the chain's innumerable and inhumane outrages upon chicken dignity. Whether or not consumers will to embrace the new "4-Kicker" is unclear. What seems certain, however, is that spots introducing the new product will finally allow for the replacement of "Sweet Home Alabama" as commercial theme music with a southern rock song that's both appropriate and significantly less treasonous.




The Formative Years: Mellow Gold


Over these two weeks, SkinnySlim will be occupied with a top secret mission. He will therefore be unable to provide you with his usual clever musings. To tide you over, he has put together a personal series chronicling his favorite albums from his wild teenage days growing up in New York City.

When (now married!) Lucy C. bought me Beck's debut album for my birthday, I was a bit skeptical. Sure I had been singing the praises of "Loser" for weeks, but I had a feeling Mr. Hansen was nothing more than a novelty act. For only the second time in my life, I was wrong. I remember spacing out (it's what we did pre drugs) on my bed to this particular song, imagining dirty surrealistic hotels, thinking about how 1997 seemed like a weird near-future, and generally basking in the bizarre, beautiful, and fucked up sound. Incidentally, since 1994 I have been wrong six more times, the majority of them involving trannies.




The Pony Track May As Well Grab A Shovel


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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Mama's Got A Bag Of Her Own Hot Chip - The Warning Junior Wells - Calling All Blues
Half Japanese - Charmed Life Liars - Drum's Not Dead Stompin' at the Savoy : Red Hot Blues 1948-1951


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