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November 30, 2006


Thursday Photo Essay


Take It Easy








Thursday Photo Essay


Balls Of Blurry


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November 29, 2006


From Dawn Till Dusk In The 2-1-5


Philly southern-y roots rockers Pawnshop Roses performed bright and early today on ABC's Good Morning America. Apparently, their videotaped set at Grape Street Pub in August won them "Best Live Perfromance" in some zany let's-get-middle-america-hip-to-YouTube cross-promotional
contest nonsense. The band also won a whole new set of equipment for Philly band thieves to relieve them of. Meanwhile, a press release on the subject is spouting some line about "millions of votes", but the 'Tube don't lie, holmes. It currenty lists total views at 3,375. By this metric, our Garden State Tip Drill deserves to have been featured on national television about, oh, 18 times.

A talented Canadian indie rock band that can't seem to find cross-over success here in the US? Hard to believe, I know, and only moreso when you consider that Sam Roberts Band (pic'd) is a legitimately big fucking deal up in the great white north. Factor in how their latest album is everything that The Stills are too far gone to probably ever put out again, and you've got yourself one heck of a diamond in the Wednesday night rough. They're at North Star, and bringing along Broken Social Scenester Jason Collett for good measure

Meanwhile, over at Johnny Brenda's, you've got the Philly debut of the original upside-down exclamation sensations. ¡Forward, Russia! pimp their Bloc-rock by numbers game on Fishtown's main stage. Lending support are nu-gaze heroes/Making Time goats Snowden, who were last seen sending crowds shuffling confusedly towards the Pure mezzanine in October. JB's will be healthy for 'em. They're tight, no doubt, but not every band is meant to headline a Sparks-fueled rave. And you know they still got mad cheddar for the set, even while you were upstairs freaking to some Justus Kohncke remix. See? Everybody wins.




Five Questions: A Conversation With Beans


In case you don't know, Beans is the legendary underground New York rapper. One of the co-founders of the seminal out-there hip hop act
Anti-Pop Consortium (fun fact: Anti-Pop opened for Radiohead on the Amnesiac tour), he has found recent success with a string of well received solo albums. He's also, coincidentally, my current co-worker. I sat down with the man for a little one-on-one discussion.

I notice you've been saying "no puzzle" a lot. Explain.
No puzzle. It just means no problem, it's easy. You know, 'cause puzzles can be complicated.

You grew up in White Plains. I'm going to a wedding up there (editors note: absolutely untrue). What should I do for a good time?
(Long pause) Umm.... (long pause) I used to just go to the library.

What music are you feeling right now?
Jay-Z, Hugh Masakela...

Hugh Whatnow?
It's this comp of stuff this guy did in the seventies. Clipse. They're real good. Underrated.

Well the hipsters are all into them right now. But I think a lot people dismiss them because they have the coke dealer vibe.
Yeah, but they're so good at it. And they're different. Plus, unlike those other guys, I actually believe them.

Yeah, I agree.
I'm also listening to Thriller.

When's the next album?
I'm finishing it now. It's called Thorns. Looking for a March to May release.

You got any shows?
My next show is in Paris with William Parker and Hamid Drake. In January.

Yo, I think I'm taking that girl to Paris in January.
(SkinnySlim just sort of stops there, hoping Beans will offer magic Paris fun that he can parlay into convincing said chica to go to with him to Paris. There is no response)
...You can hook it up if we're there?
I guess.

You're big in Paris?
Yeah, my shows in Paris usually sell out.

Well, put me on the guest list.
No puzzle.



November 28, 2006


American Link MVP


When you see the headline
Coldplay Cover The Killers on the NME home page, it's like turning on the TV and catching the opening sequence of Laguna Beach - you just know that the next few moments of your life are going to be rife with some first class batshit crazy talk. The seldom used Second Grade Book Report format only helps accentuate the mindfuck.

Philly band theft crime wave wishes upon a star, becomes a real news story.

Michael Irvin demonstrates for Michael Richards the socially acceptable way to make racially insensitive jokes. Step one: be a black man.

Plus, the New York Yankee link trifecta:

1) Oy vey! Derek Jeter might not know art, but he knows what he licks.

2) Mike Mussina doesn't care about high schoolers.

3) Quoth Julian Casablancas: "Yankee fans are kind of dicks."

Bonus: Anderson Cooper plays for the other team? In his ambiguous honor, here's a sorta gay baseball song.



November 27, 2006


Robert Zimmerman Slings Those Keys


First things first: The musical artist of the year is Alicia Keys, simply because Bob Dylan and the Clipse both shout her out in the first verse of the first song off each of their respective new albums. Second things second, the Clipse drop their much much anticipated Hell Hath No Fury tomorrow. While not quite on the
Lord Willin' level, the record is definitely one of the standout releases of the year. Sure these guys peddle in the gangsta coke rapper vibe, but it's a complex, unique gangster coke rapper vibe. Their lyrics are often a deadly combination of stupid and smart. And the beats are often a deadly combination of annoying and futurefunky grooveosity. Then there's that intangible star power that has all the hipsters' panties in a bunch (hipsters wear panties, fyi; that's how they can be identified). They are also quite a threat to all of us, because apparently just one verse could start jihad. Here's the Holy War-inciting first song in question.




The Pony Track Is Dead?


As our legions of long time readers are well aware, every Monday morning we dedicate a special song to our dear friend and BadmintonStamps Collective founding member, Aaron "Pony" Child. Famously referred to as The Pony Track, it has become a popular staple in the BadmintonStamps stable. It serves as a long distance tip o' the hat to our world travelling brother. Problem is, shit ain't long distance no more. See, Mr. Pony has returned from a several-year jaunt in the Far East. Should we continue this very special shout out? I mean, now he's just some kid living in New Jersey, right? Well, yes. But he's also so much more. He's the man behind the internationally renown Pony Track, a symbol for musical excellence. And isn't that distinction enough to have us dedicate a song to him every week? So, henceforth, the Pony Track will remain, albeit with today's refurbished introduction.


Really, of all the places that need good music sent its way, doesn't New Jersey need it most of all? Ride on, Pony. Ride on.



The Pony Track Ain't Dead


Comin' atcha first thing every Monday morning, it's The Pony Track, a super-fantastic short distance dedication to BadmintonStamps Collective founding member and internationally renown symbol for musical excellence 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!



November 23, 2006


Thanksgiving Day Photo Essay


Turkulean





Thanksgiving Day Photo Essay


Happy Halloween!


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November 22, 2006


The Pre-Turkey Herky Jerky


Spack Rock is kickin it Paper Street style over at Transit this evening, along with a cavalcade of disc jockeying who's-whos. We're talking Dave P, Lowbudget, Sweeney, and so on and so forth. Open bar from 10-11, and guest listed types save a cool crisp Lincoln at the door. Add youself by clicking
here.

Meanwhile, the very French, very Turtles-covering Tahiti 80 are payin' a visit to World Cafe Live. For the uninitiated, you can expect a blend of sugary Phoenix pop and super smooth Ivy groove. Oh, and maybe a guy in a panda bear suit. Don't ask, 'cause even we don't know.




Passion Of The Kramer


On a sunny Monday afternoon, the phone rings in Mel Gibson's Los Angeles home...

Gibson: Gibson household, Mel speaking.
Richards: Mel, hi. It's Michael Richards.
G: Mike! Great to hear your voice! How ya doin'?
R: Um, okay. So, a delivery guy showed up at my apartment this afternoon, with a package from you...
G: Ah, so you got the fruit basket I sent over! Fantastic!
R: Yeah, and the thank you card. I have to admit, I'm still a little confused about all this.
G: You don't like fruit?
R: No, no - I love the fruit. Fruit's great. But you didn't promise me fruit. We had a deal, remember? I take the spotlight off of you, and in return you set me up with a pay day so huge that "even Jerry Seinfeld's horns are gonna turn green with envy." Well, I held up my end of the bargain.
G: You sure did, man. And now I'm gonna hold up mine. See, I want you to star in my next production.
R: Me? In a movie of yours? Seriously?
G: Why so shocked?
R: Uh, gee Mel, maybe because that stunt I agreed to pull last week was pretty much the death knell of whatever was left of my career.
G: Well then guess what, broham? It's time to resurrect that motherfucker. And I've got just the vehicle to do it...
R: I'm listening.
G: Okay, hold onto your seat: Lenny Bruce bio pic.
R: What!? Oh geez, Mel! This is your big fucking plan!?! I mean, hasn't that already been done?
G: Yeah, but not done right! I'm talkin' big BIG budget stuff here. Epic. You know how I roll. Just look at the script, fer christ sake.
R: Script?
G: Dude, under the papayas.
R: ...oh, I see it. (begins to thumb through the pages) Mel, I have to make jokes about Jews, African Americans, the KKK... this is a disaster waiting to happen.
G: No, it's a classic tale of martyrdom. The misunderstood comedian, delivering the punchlines that everybody needed to hear, but nobody wanted to.
R: There's a scene here where I chase some hecklers out of the club! Are you nuts?
G: Fuckin' moneylenders in the temple, man! That's cathartic is what that is. That's your second act climax done to perfection.
R: Gibby, let's be honest here. Between your recent, um...ethnic sensitivity issues and mine, nobody is gonna see this movie. I mean, it would be incredibly, unbelievably offensive. We're talking about the biggest box office flop of all time. It would make UHF look like Jurassic Park. How is this gonna make either of us any money?
G: Let me ask you something, Kramer... (long pause) Did you ever think that, maybe, you could make more money off a flop than a hit?




The Keeping It Realest




Hero and maverick Robert Altman
passed on to the great multi-tracked brothel in the sky. To paraphrase some famous line by some famous critic, dude could make a one hell of a beautiful pipe dream of a movie. In his honor, here's a song from his classic film Nashville and a Kansas City number that'll make any jazz-loving KC native smile. So smoke a doobie for Robert and enjoy.



November 21, 2006


Daniella's Mexican Rock: Jumbo


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!

Jumbo was a mellower band. Its members were clean cut guys that had good ideas and good looks. Their lyrics were well versed and well written. The music was not spectacular, but it was catchy, and they were the typical band that played every two weeks in the local joint (Beatles covers included). They had their moment of fame, but after most of them got married and things started to get serious, the band became a side project. I used to go to barbeques with them in Villa de Santiago, but what I remember the most was when we went to Austin, TX to a Chemical Brothers show. As we entered the venue, Castillo, the lead singer, said "I'll see you guys at the end of the show" and he rushed towards the dancing crowd. He came back two hours later drenched in sweat, while Maurizio (Zurdok's bassist), Alejandra (one of my girlfriends) and I were chillin' near the exit door. During "Monotransistor", Eddie, Jumbo's bass player, would climb to the top of the speakers and shout "Quiero volar, soy eléctrico" like a retard, 'till he fell once and never did the climb again. Now, he is playing with Plastilina Mosh.

Download: Jumbo - "Monotransistor" (Monterrey)


November 20, 2006


BadmintonStamps Is The Subversive


Jay-Z and BadmintonStamps have a lot in common. We're both tastemakers, jet-setters, and
accomplished rappers. We're also now both banned in China. With the recent news that Hova was barred from performing in the Red State, he has joined an exclusive club that includes yours truly. That's right, BadmintonStamps is officially blocked by the most populist and soon-to-be powerful nation in the world. Heavy stuff, but we take it as a matter of pride. That's 'cause, in an increasingly sanitary, safe-guarded world, B.S. is the last bastion of protest, free expression, and blatant vulgarity. And while China becomes more lenient against the likes of Wikipedia and the Rolling Stones, the Commies are astute enough to realize that the 'Stamps and H.O.V. remain true threats to their cultural oppression.


Remember, tomorrow's Jay-Z Day. Here's the insanely ride-erk-ulous classic title track from his new joint. If the Chinese kids ever got a hold of this song and our site, the Democratic Revolution could not be stopped.




The Pony Track's Just About To Lose Its Mind


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!



November 17, 2006


Linking Like It's Going Out Of Style


So Long: The Plain Parade gals call it a four-years-of-rockin-Philly with
one last weekend extravaganza. Clockcleaner headline tonight's penultimate affair at Tritone, while Dragon City gets top billing tomorrow night at the M Room. People far more wordy and emotional than the 'Stamps boys have already eulogized the ol' PP and their importance to the Philly music thang to our satisfaction, so I'll just remind you to show up and get rowdy. Word.

Farewell: Mazarin concedes victory to bizarro Mazarin under pressure from the cease-and-desistinistas, agrees to retire their name. Quentin Stotlzfus dons kilt, vows "but they'll never take...OUR PSYCHADELICAAAA!!!"

Auf Wiedersehen: ...or whatever they say in Dublin. Tally ho? Point is, La Rocca had their van and all their gear stolen after their show at the North Star two Sundays ago. I'd say we're a bit late with this news, but since when is a band getting ripped off in Philly news?

Goodnight: Lady Sovereign "spit, kicked, and cried her way through two songs" last night in LA before making a scene and leaving. Go ahead and color us totally-saw-that-coming.




Stroking The North Pole


I'm internetin' at the crib, drinking milk and cookies, when I come across a story about how Santa only accepts hand-written letters from the kids and "
shuns emails". Lookit, I was fine with Santa riding around on the sled and whipping the fear of God into reindeer. Screw PETA. But just like any other old white male fat cat, Santa has now become a slave to the special interests, turning his back on technology and making exclusive back room deals with the U.S. Postal Service. Unacceptable. I also have it from a very good source that Santa plays for the other team. That's right, I said it. Santa is a homo. Think about it; he's got no kids, is married to a woman who's best described as butch, and has a serious predilection for flamboyant colorful costumes, crystal meth, and the ass. And his decision to stay in the closet is simply not fair to the Gay Community. If Santa was man enough to come out, he would do wonders for oppressed homosexuals. Why does he live the lie? Probably because he's not simply gay, but has a taste for the little ones he "adores" so much. He's just another in a long line of old fat Republicans who bow down to lobbyists and expect the world to stand still while they have sex with boys. So as another Christmas season rolls around, remember that Santa Claus is coming to town all right. Coming all over your poor son's face.



November 16, 2006


Thursday Photo Essay


The Great Shell





Thursday Photo Essay


Mind Your Own Business


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November 15, 2006


What You Call Money I Pay More In Taxes





Southern Fried, Or Southern Baked?


Hey Magnet Magazine, why don't you tell us a little bit about what's going down with Centro-Matic at the
Khyber tonight. Ooh, but do it using only prepositional and gerund phrases. Ready? Go!

from the South, in the basement, smoking pot, on the porch, plugging in, plucking soft and clocking out.

Touché, Magnet. Very zen. But is it the basement or the porch? In a box? With a fox? Anywho, this is really about as good as it gets on a Wednesday night, people.




Daniella's Mexican Rock: Plastilina Mosh


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!

Four words come to my mind when I listen to this song. Jonas, Chicle, Catsup, and Kokoloco. My favorite party band from Monterrey has always been Plastilina Mosh. Their fun and versatile songs stood out as something edgier and irreverent. I met Jonas, the lead singer, like many of my friends, in a video bar called Kokoloco. We were regulars in this place. November 1997 was one of my first times there and I ended up meeting Gabriel, my first boyfriend. He was Chicle's brother. Six months after that, Chicle set foot on his directorial career by doing videos for most of the rock bands in Monterrey, and now is one of the most wanted music video directors in the country. He directed the "Niño Bomba" video, a Mexican copy of the Beastie Boys' "Sabotage" video directed by Spike Jonze. What made it funny was Catsup's acting. Catsup was this red-haired guy from the Monterrey scene who collaborated with many bands and artists 'till he (and two other guys) created Happy-Fi Records, a myspace-age indie label. I still see Jonas at Kokoloco when I visit during Christmas vacation.

Download: Plastilina Mosh - "Niño Bomba" (Monterrey)

SkinnySlim says: By the power of YouTube, here's the Chicle-directed "Niño Bomba" video.


November 14, 2006


Name That Not A Yankee


Alright, contestants. Here are you clues...

1) This Japanese hurler has recorded seasons of 200+ strikeouts over 180+ innings for three of the last four years.

2) His ERA during that span sits demurely somewhere around 2.4.

3) His repertoire includes a mid-90's fastball, a cutter, a two-seam fastball known as a "shuuto," a curveball, a changeup, a splitter, as many as three different sliders (by some scouts' reports), and a "gyroball." A fucking
gyroball, people.

4) He was last seen making the Cuban National Team look like a bunch of pinko commie chumps:



That's right! It's Daisuke Matsuzaka. In what could easily turn out to be either the best or the worst - but will without a doubt go down as the single ballsiest - move of Theo Epstein's career as General Manager, the Red Sox will fork over $51.1 million just for the the right to negotiate with the international sensation. And that doesn't even include the fees for the translator. I just hope that, when his new mega-contract is all signed and notarized, it includes a clause about having to run in from the bullpen to some super spazzy Polysics rock. Heck, it'll even save the team some money, since they can pull appropriate entrance music for Julian Tavarez from the same CD.




The Power Of Love And Biggie




November 13, 2006


Oh Mandy


Four words, people: Amanda Tannen in Philadelphia. 'Stamper extraordinaire Maria turned our inbox all topsy turvy this morning with the following Stellastarr* notice...

From their November 8, 2006 blog posting on myspace:

We have begun recording some tracks in Philedelphia this month. We may very well release an EP at one point before morphing the tracks into our third record. However, at this point, we are writing and recording, and have not yet decided when and how these current songs will be released.

Well ain't that some shit? I don't know how long they'll be here for, but this should make wooing (stalking) Mandy Tannen a lot easier for ya.

Now, I'm not saying that I'm gonna call in sick to work and set up a stakeout near the Indre parking lot in the hopes of catching a glimpse of the blonde bass-playing siren in question. I'm just saying that, if you've ever seen her in the middle of a show, when she's completely absorbed in the moment, offering up these perfectly bittersweet ooh's and ah's and tossing her hair about like so, then you understand why I totally want to. Meanwhile, until these new tunes the band is working on are made available to the public, I'll bide my time listening to the #1 wooing (stalking) anthem of '06, courtesy of the equally obsessionable Abi Harding and The Zutons.


Amanda Tannen sighting? Post about it in the comments!



The Pony Track Always Gots The Hot Connect


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!



November 10, 2006


Daniella's Mexican Rock: Julieta Venegas


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!

Not many women were part of the Mexican rock scene during the late 90's, but Julieta Venegas was in. Before her solo debut, she was the lead singer of Tijuana No. Her long black hair tied in two braids and her thin lips made her look sweet, but when she performed, all her female angst was let out as she played her accordion. "Cómo Sé" was the tune I played in the afternoons while driving my car back from my first job in a small production company. It started with a cute melody and exploded by the second verse. Just like I used to explode with my mom and dad.

SkinnySlim says: As a much deserved bonus, here's a topless photo of Miss Venegas.



November 9, 2006


The Girlfriend Track: Black Stockings And Begging Eyes





Thursday Photo Essay


Medusa Lounge


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Thursday Photo Essay


The Black Keys




November 8, 2006


Judd Hirsch Slings That Crack Cocaine


Character comedy based on the subject of divorce. John Lacey (Hirsch) was an easygoing high school English teacher from New Rochelle, New York, who came home one day to discover that his wife had dumped him for his best friend. Her note began, "Dear John..." John moved into an apartment in Queens and joined the "One-Two-One Club," a singles support group at the Rego Park Community Center, whose offbeat members seemed gauranteed [sic] to cheer anybody up...The group leader was Louise, a bubbly, sex-obsessed Englishwoman. Most of them had lost spouses in one hilarious manner or another, and they helped each other fumble through the endless trials of readjustment.

Thanks, Tim! "Kirk" was John's sleezy playa friend. Here's some photos of the real-life wife of the actor that played Kirk. And who could forget Judd Hirsch's bizarrely hysterical early seventies TWA ad? Well, I could actually. Now lets go smoke a cold glass of diet coke and listen to the Dear John theme song 'till the breaka breaka dawn.

Download: Dear John Theme Song (.wav file)



Tina Fey Slings That Crack Cocaine


Some chica told me to watch this new NBC sitcom called 30 Rock starring funnyman Tracy Morgan. Boy was I surprised to find out it has nothing to do with crack. It's actually a comedy about a bad comedy show, but I was so certain 30 Rock was some eighties street term for three dimes of diet coke. And when I say "diet coke" I'm talking about crack cocaine. In case you've been "living under a"/smoking rock, crack is now officially referred to as diet coke. Why? Cause the Clipse say so on their new song off their soon to finally be released album Hell Hath No Fury (line: "The news called it crack, I called it diet coke"). It's funny because crack was a new variety of coke. Well, at least it's funnier than a sitcom about a bad comedy show. So take that, funnyman Tracy Morgan. The rest of you can just listen to the song.



November 7, 2006


Daniella's Mexican Rock: Zurdok


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!

"Abre los ojos" means "Open your eyes" in Spanish. I opened mine when this song hit the charts. Fernando, Zurdok's lead singer, used to hang out with me and my friend Marco during the summer of '98. When my mom asked him what he wanted to study, he answered "I'm not studying; I just want to be a rock star." His looks and attitude helped the band rise, and he had front man skills, but he didn't know about music or play any instrument, so he got kicked out. Afterwards, Chetes, the band's youngest and most talented member, kept composing songs that were ahead of their time, so well orchestrated that when you listened to them, nothing else mattered. During promotion for Antena, their debut album, I met "Fletch", Zurdok's drummer, in an online chat room. Later, we would hang out daily to have lunch at my place 'till he confessed he had a girlfriend... My eyes were wide open, and fluttering to avoid tears. Years later the band broke off. Chetes (lead) and Maurizio (bass) started side project called Vaquero.

SkinnySlim says: I feel this band's Pixies/Grunge vibe pretty goshdarn hard.

Download: Zurdok - "Abre Los Ojos" (Monterrey)


November 6, 2006


But Don't Take Our Word For It


"You're the best promoters ever."

- Greg Alsop, drummer for Tokyo Police Club, on the subject of BadmintonStamps.

Huge thanks to all three bands for totally killing it on stage,
Yards Brewery for the delicious and cheap lubrication, YRock on WXPN for their on-air support, The Khyber for letting us in the door, and everybody who showed up and packed in on Saturday night for a straight-up crazygonuts party.




Fan-O-Vision


While other websites will show you photos of the bands during the concert, BadmintonStamps shows you photos of the fans during the concert.


The back of this dude's head is totally pissed it doesn't get to watch the psychedelic, shape-shifting stylings of Brown Recluse Sings.


These two were just your average middle-aged African American couple before they stopped in to check out The Harlem Shakes.


Then this dude stole the black guy's sunglasses and started throwing white boy gang signs. What a herb. At least he's fucking great looking.


Pretty girl likes SkinnySlim. SkinnySlim feeds pretty girl Miller High Life. Then he leaves to see Tokyo Police Club make a packed crowd get all sweaty/jumpy.


The men don't know, but the little girls understand.


Guy from Harlem Shakes shows guy from Brown Recluse Sings how to make funny underarm farty noises during afterparty.



The Pony Track'll Love You 'Till The End Of Time


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!



November 3, 2006


The Plan


Tonight,
Making Time at Pure. Extra-early doors at 7:30. Previously posted run-down of the line-up here.

And Saturday night? But of course...



For serious, this is gonna be maybe the most exciting night in all of BadmintonStamps' brief existence so far. Click the flyer for all the mp3s you'll ever need. Then show up ready to rip-roar. 'Cause it's Tokyo Police Club's Philly debut, it's Lexy from The Harlem Shakes' birthday, it's Brown Recluse Sings' 8th show ever (if that), and those $2.50 pints of Yards just ain't gonna drink themselves. Naw'mean?



The Greatest Escort In The World


While politicians rally around the flag and claim our country the best land in all of history, the truth is things have gotten pretty grim. There's Katrina, the War disaster, dirty politicians, our
infant mortality rate is second worst in the developed world, and our daughters dress like sluts on Halloween. Look, we're still great. But America in 2006 is kind of like The Rolling Stones in 1978. We're selling t-shirts claiming we're "The Greatest Rock & Roll Band In The World", but we're touring off Emotional Rescue (hey, at least the title song is good). And then comes a story like Reverend Haggard's resignation as the President of the 30 million-strong National Association of Evangelicals to make it all "1974 Sticky Fingers Tour" once again. See, Haggard is a married father of six, talks to George W. Bush and his advisors every Monday morning, and is a strong opponent of homosexual rights. The reason for the good Reverend's resignation? Gay sex with a prostitute. Fortunately, the man whore in question had the integrity to stand up and call bullshit when he saw it, exposing Haggard's hypocricy to the world. And just who is this escort? Mike Jones. Who? Mike Jones! That's right, everybody's favorite mediocre rapper is now everybody's favorite pre-election whistleblower. Jones confessed that the encounters took place over several years, and that he quite enjoyed them, noting Reverend Haggard has "A cute face, li'l waist, with a big behind." The Reverend was also described as "a dime" and "well endowed for an Evangelical." Mr. Jones, BadmintonStamps toasts your courage and patriotism with a goblet of purple drank.




Daniella's Mexican Rock: Control Machete


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!

In the late 90's Control Machete was the IT hip-hop band in Mexico. Toy, Pato and Fermin were upper-middle class rebels. They studied at "El Gante" the reject's highschool in San Pedro, the county where I grew up (located in the northeastern state of Nuevo León. Mexico). Manicomio, the "alternative" Mexican record label (that belonged to Universal and Mercury) had signed them as part of their roster because of their local success. Control Machete belonged to "La Avanzada Regia", a legendary music movement created by Monterrey (Nuevo Leon) bands who became famous in Mexico and Latin America around the same time (mid 90's to early 2000), and brought attention to the state and its happenings. Andamos Armados, is a sung description of their supposed gangster days in the imaginary hood. I remember listening to this song on a Halloween night while my brother and I were wearing Lucha Libre masks to hide our identity and throw eggs at people on the street. We were armados!

Download: Control Machete - "Andamos Armados" (Monterrey)


November 2, 2006


Ticket Giveaway: BadmintonStamps'll Be Forever Mackin'


It's no seceret that me, you, and everyone we may or may not know is gonna be at just one place this Saturday night:
The Fuckin' Nuts BadmintonStamps Indie Rock Showcase Extravaganza!* And it's no secret that, when it comes to Saturday night, true 'Stampers always do it up in style. And it's no secret that, when it comes to stylin' moves during your night out at the big show, nothing - but nothing - tops rolling through the door with your name on the guest list. Jay-Z called this sort of thing "Big Pimpin". We're inclined to agree. So shoot an e-mail with your name and the subject heading "MY 'STAMPS HAND IS STRONG" to contest@badmintonstamps.com for a shot at an extremely complimentary pair of passes to undoubtedly the most swangin' and bangin' event of the Oh-Six. Those of you who aren't lucky enough to claim the free tix can take solace in the fact that you'll still look mighty suave cradling those $2.50 Yards pints we're running all night long. 'Cause Philly Pale Ale is the Alizé of the Delaware Valley, like you didn't already know.


* - Actual show name elongated here for impact.



Thursday Photo Essay


Run Barry, Run



Faux Pas is a new artist from Melbourne, Australia. More at his website.



Thursday Photo Essay


Qu'est Que C'est




November 1, 2006


Link Post: The Eastside Motel = Class


Kevin Federline,
journalist.

Bono hates poor Irish children.

First there's Jay-Z on the November 21st. Then Clipse on the 28th. Now Nas to drop Dr. Dre, Just Blaze, DJ Premier produced, Jay-Z and Snoop Dogg featuring album on December 12th. Article features longest block of linked text in internet history.

The bushy tail, the big teeth. (via golden fiddle)

Bernard writes in: "I need a girlfriend track for my woman LA Moses and I need it now. 2Pac, Tupac, 2Pac!" Okay, okay, jeez. Here's a one of the best Dre songs ever dropped. For serious.


Speaking of the Dre, when's the last time you watched Warren G and Nate Dogg's "Regulate" video? Let's make that answer today.

Alice C writes in: "SkinnySlim, it's a beautiful day outside, probably the last of the year. But I'm stuck inside working with a bad case of the blues. Please play something for me." Oh, baby, Elmore James knows how you feel.




Why Won't You Go Over There?


The man, the myth, the second. Stroke-tastic Albert Hammond Jr. is at
The Khyber tonight, pimping tuneage from his will-it-ever-be-released-domestically solo album Yours To Keep. Like so...




The Infertile Pet


House pets everywhere are celebrating yesterday's announcement that, after 50 years on television, 83 year-old Price Is Right host Bob Barker
plans to retire. The decision brings closure to 35 straight years of concluding each weekday morning broadcast with a solemn reminder to have pets spayed and neutered, ending at least the televised propaganda element of the man's incessant, Patton-esque war against animal fertility. But while Fido and Mr. Whiskers engage in celebratory leg-humps, allow the 'Stamps a moment to honor Barker properly. Forget about the allegations of wandering hands and wrongful fatty firing (and honestly, would you expect anything less from the man once tapped to temporarily replace Richard Dawson on Match Game?) and reflect on his remarkable career. He's been a substitute host on the Johnny Carson show, carved out a bad-ass cult hero image for himself with an entirely new generation in Happy Gillmore, and counts Larry King and Chuck Norris among his closest friends. Oh, what those three-way calls must be like. Granted, the decision to memorialize his dead wife and mother with an animal rights charity is a little strange (seems more like a cause you save for a dead mother-in-law), but since that's only close to creepy without going over, he gets a pass. Daytime television just ain't gonna be the same. So here's two surprisingly similar bluesy grooves, setting a tone that seems approrpiate for both bidding Bob a fond farewell, and mourning the inevitable introduction of Ryan Seacrest as the Price Is Right's new host.



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