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February 28, 2007


Like There's A Party In My Links, And Everyone's Invited


US Funk Team
needs a drummer. Thing is, somewhere out there, there's a drummer that needs US Funk Team. Call it a hunch.

Dr. Dre has announced that Detox - basically the Chinese Democracy of hip hop - will see the light of day some time in '07. He claims: "I'm trying to get everybody that I've ever worked with over the years to appear on the records." SOHH's Left Coast takes him at his word, and unofficially announces all 86 guest performers on the new album.

P Diddy's gonna hit on your fiancee, or he's gonna hit on you. Your move, Rechnitzer.

Yes, you read that correctly. Actually, you didn't. But this you totally did. Klaxons AND Soulwax at the April 14th Making Time. 'Till 6AM. That noise you just heard was the dance floor at Pure pre-emptively collapsing.

Lest you forget, Arcade Fire at the Tower Theater sells out this Friday, 10AM.






February 27, 2007


It's Giuliani Time


I'm eating Korean fried chicken up in the club when this song comes on. The next thing I know my life is forever changed. I hustle home in order to listen to Wisin y Yandel's reggaeton fire on repeat until the breaka breaks when me and my two lady friends are accosted by a punk lunatic homeless scumbag with a cane and a long, thick iron chain. He screams lunatic asylum escape-style, "Give me thirty cents!" I replied, "No. And why do you have a cane? Are you a Railroad Baron/The Penguin?" He repeated his thirty cent demand, to which I retorted, "I don't got shit." He then performs the world famous "lunge n' screech", lunging at me and screeching "Giuliani is going to be President!" I replied, "I don't think he's going to win." He continued, "Giuliani is going to be the President and then I'm going to have to fucking blow up the fucking White House," to which I said, "Hey man, I hope it doesn't come to that." And then he lost his shit. He swung his baron cane at me, swung his iron chain at me, told the girls that I "wasn't worth thirty fucking cents", punched me, and chased me down the street as the girls fled in the opposite direction. I took refuge in a fancypants eatery while all the yuppies looked on in horror. Hopefully they were freaked out enough to move back to the suburbs so I can dance the night away with my ladies, the Puerto Ricans, and yes, even Crazy Chain.



February 26, 2007


Monday Night Lightning Strike


One of Philabuster's most rocked-out-to tunes these past couple of weeks has been courtesy of Call Me Lightning, a Milwaukee outfit that just signed to
French Kiss Records. Lazy bloggers will draw lots of comparisons to label founders/mates Les Savy Fav, but their frantic shouty leanings also smack of another 'Stamps fave, The Sun, at their most ferocious moments. Point being, they're in Philly tonight at Tritone, and opportunities like this rarely come along on a Monday night, people. Don't hesitate.




The Pony Track Is Fashionably Prompt


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!



February 23, 2007


The Friday Freakout Has A Gerbil Named Fat Man


You have to had it to Damon Albarn. When he's not working with his band, he's working with his other band. Or his cartoon band. Or some third side project we probably won't even hear about until summer that includes John Paul Jones on spoons for three tracks. And when he gets a free moment from all that? Why, he's out there trying to
protect us all from nuclear holocaust. The 'Stamps applauds his efforts to disuade the UK government from spending billions to renew its aging nuclear arsenal, of course, though his decision to partner up in this endeavor with a band named Massive Attack feels just a bit counter-intuitive. It's like telling the mother of the 11 year-old boy your pet dog just brutally mauled that the animal is completely safe and peaceful, then casually adding that it responds to the name "Fatal". Still, a little cognitive dissonance never hurt anyone...you know, besides that brutally mauled 11 year-old boy. We're cool with getting weapons of mass destruction off our streets. But don't you dare take them out of our songs, because as both Philabuster and Paul Weller have previosuly noted, atomic fission can make for some truly Friday Freakout-worthy rock and roll songs.




Now Teddy On The Other Hand


FDR was a pussy. Yeah, you heard me. Herb sat at his desk hundreds, if not thousands of miles away from Japan lobbing atomic weapons, yet is somehow considered a war hero? Also, he was a cripple. And, like girls, despite all of society's misguided encouragement and coddling, cripples are weak. Except for those guys in Murderball, I'm pretty sure they could take me. But the biggest reason FDR is a pussy is that he delivered the most pussy line in American history: "We have nothing to fear but fear itself." Excuse me Franklin, but that's a pretty big "but". It's like saying, "We should eat nothing except for food." It is the thing you're avoiding. And why should I fear fear? I'm not afraid of fear. And neither should you be, Delano. The only thing you should be afraid of is some over-encouraged girl stealing your wheelchair. So in honor of a great but kinda pussy President, here's a pussy but kinda great song.




Sir Ben's Greatest Hits: Leave Your Guns At Home


DJ Ben Ha Meen lives in New York City in apt. 3A.

To whom do you look for advice? Perhaps a parent or colleague. Maybe a minister or educator. It could be your local rabbi or iman. Or maybe you take your advice wearing black, and sung from a whiskey-soaked baritone too lived-in to not know from which it speaks. And maybe when Johnny Cash spins a cautionary take, you'd best listen good, boy.


And let's give a big 'ol BadmintonStamps thank you to the illustrious Mr. Meen for his insightful contributions and insights. As his idol Nate Dogg once said, "How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!"


February 22, 2007


Milton Street Doesn't Care About This Weekend's Philly Shows


Need some Thursday night hotness? Nicole Atkins (pic'd) has this Patience Hodgson/Juanita Stein thing goin' on that's all sweet and sexy and sassy and sing-songy at the same time. She's on stage with her band at
Johnny Brenda's.

Friday night, damned if The Subjects aren't back in town over at the PiLam house in Uni City. What's more, they brought along 'Stamps pals The End Of The World for some truly garage rockin', nu-Manchurian Candidate soundtrackin' support. Ask yourself, can you really afford to miss a show with a flyer like this?

Your live music options are thin on Saturday night, unless you feel like legging it back up to JB's for Yah Mos Def. But here's an idea for ya: DJs. Specifically, the ones spinning at the Bleached Black party down at Medusa Lounge. Maybe it's the $3 PBR & shots talking, but fun/on-getting always seems to just happen once that mongorock starts pumpin'.




Thursday Photo Essay


Pretty Boy


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Kiss My Trans Fat Ass


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Sir Ben's Greatest Hits: Sax And Candy


DJ Ben Ha Meen lives in New York City in apt. 3A.

Candy. Is there any sweeter word in the world? Well, "sweet," I suppose. "Sugar." "Honey," maybe. "Sugared." "Sweetened." Lookit, let's just say candy is one among many sweet words and move on. The band Morphine released three excellent albums, Good, Cure For Pain, and Yes, and then a not-so-good record, Like Swimming, before frontman Mark Sandman died of a heart attack onstage in Italy in 1999. "Candy" is the fifth song on Cure For Pain, and there's nothing sweet about it at all.



February 20, 2007


Fire And The Disco


This past Saturday night, your two favorite BadmintonStamps contributors rolled out through New York City in truly monumental style. The main event? Of course, the final night of Arcade Fire's five show extravaganza at the gorgeous Judson Memorial Church (also known as SkinnySlim's back yard). We pulled up to the J-Mem around 8, quickly bypassed the line outside by flashing IDs (in this case, our BadmintonStamps
business cards), then posted up at the bar for some $6 cans of Heineken. While Michael Stipe, John Legend, and some dude from Wilco hustled past into the VIP balcony, Slim and I decided to forgo the fineries and muscle up towards the front of the stage. We encountered little resistance, as the crowd was pacific like the ocean. I'm not saying this swarm of predominantly white, affluent, fashionable indie rock fans inside a church wasn't energized and excited and really really really into the show. I'm just saying that you had more to fear from a room full of panda bears. If you placed a hundred dollar bill and a carton of eggs in the middle of the floor before the band went on, you'd have found the bill still crisp and not a single shell broken at the end of the night. Realizing this, we dropped our jackets wherever, then had our minds blown, melted and freeze-dried by one of the best bands on Earth. Sometimes feverishly rocking. Sometimes intimately spiritual. At the best times, like during "Haiti", "Intervention", "My Body Is A Cage", and your new favorite song "Ocean Of Noise", it was both. A second encore of "Laika", and phase one of Badminton's big night out was complete.

Download: Panda Riot - "The Jesus Demeanor"
Download: Arcade Fire - "Ocean Of Noise" removed at label's request

After bouncing our emoting hearts out to the epic grandiosity that was Arcade Fire, we needed to dance our funky asses off to the epic kick-assiosity that is !!!. So we jetted (yes, Badminton has a G4) from the Chuuurch to the Warehouse out on Sutton Street in Greenpoint. By the way, it has been said that SkinnySlim is the Godfather of Greenpoint, so you can call him Don Sutton. A few back alleys and wet candlelit fire escapes later, and we were smack dab in front of a particularly on point !!!. It was both the best show, as well as the most unique setting for a show, that I have been to in a while. Well, that would be true expect we had just seen Arcade Fire play a church. Still the new !!! songs were impressively groovilicous, and the drunk half of the crowd was mighty sweaty and bothered. From there, it was all booty shaking this and free Coke Zeros & Jack that 'till the breaka breaka. The party turned into a literal rave when I peered over to my left to catch Philabuster bumping, grinding, and bumping and grinding with a full fledged cadre of the finest Brooklyn bitches known to hipsters. No surprise there, 'cause it has been said that Philabuster is the Godfather of Ladies, so I guess we can call him Don Ho.



February 19, 2007


Six Foot Twenty, Fuckin' Killing For Fun


Yeah, Washington's actual birthday isn't until the 22nd. But it's Monday, I'm at work, and quite frankly, I kinda need this right now. Once you see it, you'll realize you did, too.




He Made It Rain On Them Saxon Hoes


You just don't hear that much anymore about Charlemagne. And it's really a shame. The only bright spot in the Dark Ages, Charley dealt with great hardships to unify much of Europe. I mean, if you think it's easy growing up the son of someone named
Pepin the Short, then you obviously have never been around eighth century Frankish royal children. But disproportionately thick necked Charlemagne was all about overcoming the odds. He was also a bit of a oddball. His court was filled with elephants, he enjoyed bathing with his clothes on, and during the Avar Campaign of 792 he insisted his army refer to him as "Cee-Mags, Slayer Of Barabric Dirt Bags." But most impressive, besides aforementioned thick neck, was Charlemagne's ability to make it rain. Like his name was Selassie The Elder, Mr. Magne was known to summon the skies to pour forth precipitation at the drop of a septor. Although this came in quite handy during his many European conquests, his Avenger-like weather powers have bizarrely gone unrecognized since. Thankfully, while the mainstream media and Crowded House can't get Napoleon or Caesar's name out their mouths, at least Fat Joe shows some love. He's assembled an all star cast of the finest hippity hoppers in order to drop this bangerific ode to the one and only Frankish Freak. And, besides glorifying The Magne-ificant's weather controlling skills, guest R. Kelly directly quotes the European King, referencing the time he famously quipped to his rival Carloman the Imp, "Don't ask me what my name is, stupid bitch I'm famous." It was that kind of no-bullshit attitude that made Charlemagne, and R. Kelly for that matter, such a legend in his own dark time.




The Pony Track Longs For Yesterday


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!



February 15, 2007


Great Shows Plowing Through Philly This Weekend


Tonight, as
previously waved in front of your face, Stellastarr* at North Star. We sincerely hope you're ready.

Friday night, it's a regular dog and pony show. By which, of course, we mean Dr. Dog playing at Johnny Brenda's, and Pony Pants causing mayhem at Danger! Danger! house.

Elsewhere Friday night, friend of the 'Stamps DJ Dave Tomar is spinning at The Parlor, and has promised us a mix that is "weird and danceable. There are no boundaries." What you need to understand about Dave is that this man knows music the way the 'Stamps boys know realness: biblically. Also, he may be the beardliest mp3 jockey this side of Steven Bloodbath, and that is truly sayin' something people. Along with the clicky clicky, you get a live set from recent one-man NY transplant Ladyfingers. Description-wise, we're gonna reach deep into the bag and pull out freakabilly, but we reserve the right to switch to cocainebanjojams at any time without prior notice. $7 gets you in the door and puts a cold beverage of choice in your hand.

Saturday night, US Funk Team (pic'd) are the shining jewel atop the Northern Liberties Winter Music Fest's crown. It's like they say: you can pick your bands, and you can pick your venues, but... The Fire.




Thursday Photo Essay


First Cast


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Thursday Photo Essay


Never Dare A Gorilla When Pins Are Involved





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Sir Ben's Heartiest Of Parties




February 14, 2007


I Heart Links


Making Time hearts Klaxons. The chart-topping Brit Myth busters will be playing Transit on Saturday, April 14th, part of a
Coachella-centered tour that follows on the heels of their debut album's US release.

Klaxons heart Dr. Dre. The band say they'd like to make an R&B album, and who better to make that shit hot with eight t's than the man himself? Nu Rave, meet Old G.

Dr. Dre hearts movies. A fat production deal means he and New Line Cinema will be making beautiful box office music for years to come, specifically for dark comedies and horror films. Hey New Line, as which one of those does Harold & Kumar 2 qualify?

R5 Productions hearts Relapse Records. Sean Agnew has revealed that the off-South Street hardcore emporium will be the new location of the R5 box office. 2 out of 3 commenters so far do not heart this decision. Philabuster hearts the new BO's proximity to Jim's Steaks.

Everybody hearts dancing and cover songs.




Sir Ben's Greatest Hits: My Temperature Goes Sky-High


DJ Ben Ha Meen lives in New York City in apt. 3A.

Sorry, honeys of the Interweb -- Ha Meen has a special soulmate. In special salute to my one and only, here are the two sweetest, most heartfelt songs I know. This is for you, we did it! Happy Ballantine's Day, baby!





The Bathroom Is Negotiable


I know you teeny-boppers fawn over those sensitive pretty boy actors like Ryan Gosling, Heath Ledger, or Rue McClanahan. And you "hipsters" have your too cool for school favorites like John C. Reilly, David Cross, and Estelle Getty. Well, you can have 'em all. I'll take Skerrit. That's right, I'm talking Tom Skerritt, and no "hipsters", I'm not being "ironic". You may know Skerritt from his "
Ruggedly handsome 'outdoor' looks". Or from his starring turn in Alien, the best movie ever that's not Days of Heaven, The Empire Strikes Back, or His Girl Friday. Or maybe from his guest turn on Cheers, the best sitcom ever. Or how about his kickass turn in Top Gun, the best Kenny Loggins soundtracked film ever. But that's just the iceberg's tip. We got Steel Magnolias, Cheech and Chong's Up In Smoke, M.A.S.H., Contact, Baretta, Hawaii Five-O, Harold and Maude, and SpaceCamp. So if you need some shirtless hunk who'll pretend he's Sean Penn, call Gosling. Or Sean Penn. But if you need a shirtless hunk who'll keep it real, call me. Or Tom Skerritt. If you give him a good parking spot and a trailer with a bathroom, he's on board. Now this may shock you, but I don't have a song relating to Tom Skerritt. I do, however, have my favorite song from 1992. That's the year Skerritt appeared in eight major works, including the racy Poison Ivy, the raunchy Wild Orchid II: Two Shades of Blue, the distinguished A River Runs Through It, the slackerific Singles, and the first season of his hit show Picket Fences. Rock on Skerritt. Badminton loves you, and not just for your 'outdoor' looks.



February 13, 2007


Sir Ben's Greatest Hits: Flying The Friendly Skies





BadmintonStamps Giveaway: When The Starr*s Align


Here are a few reasons why you want a free pair of tickets to see Stellastarr* this Thursday night at the
North Star.

1) 2005's Harmonies For The Haunted is still totally brilliant.
2) They can kinda sorta be classified as a Philly band now.
3) * > !
4) Labels? They don't need no stinkin' labels!
5-14) Amanda Tannen.
15) When have the editors of Playboy ever steered you wrong?
16) You're a cute/hot/cute-hot girl who wants to start spontaneously making out with Philabuster in the middle of "Love And Longing".
17) What, like you're too good for free tickets? As if.
18) Fuckin' A.
19) That new "Warchild" demo hints at so much future hotness.
20) * > ~
21-24) Amanda Tannen.
25) You're still upset about not winning the last Stellastarr* giveaway we ran.

So send an e-mail with your name and the subject heading "SWEET TROUBLED 'STAMPS" to contest@badmintonstamps.com. We'll pick a winner at random by Thursday morning, and that, as they say, will be that.



February 12, 2007


The Carrie Underwood Drinking Game


Hey boys and girls, it's time to play the drinking game that's sweeping the nation!

Step #1: Sit down in front of your computer with a bunch of shots.
Step #2: Throw one back every time Miss Underwood switches her hands on the mic stand during her Grammy Clive Davis Pre-Grammy Party performance*.
Step #3: Go to the hospital.

YouTube Link: Carrie Underwood Pre-Grammy Show (embedding disabled by request)

*The actual Grammy performance is not up on YouTube, but this will more than suffice.



No Young Pony Club?


The
latest flyer for the March 9th Making Time Party says the evening's very special guests are going to be Canadia's own Nintedo-sampling Crystal Castles, with support from the always superb Simian Mobile Disco. But what happenned to New Young Pony Club, who were originally slated for the party? That date has suddenly disappeared from the band's MySpace tour calander, too, as have their New York and SXSW shows. Did something else come up? Are audiences already burned out from that omnipresent Intel commercial? Will the pony-wave movement survive this devastating setback?




Guest Blogger: Sir Ben's Greatest Hits


DJ Ben Ha Meen lives in New York City. It is rumored that he received his moniker after an ill-fated four month stint as the overnight DJ for a smooth-jazz anti-Communist radio station in Szombathely, Hungary. That rumor is true.

Treat your first post as if it's your last. SkinnySlim told me this once, with great conviction, as he lay in my hallway, the blood from the axe-wound puddling beneath his Kangol. Anyhoo, to go along with the general spirit of ass-backwardness with which my stint at 'Stamps will be undertaken, let's start things off with a song of parting. Some say The Proclaimers are a one-hit wonder. To them I say: Dude, stop bleeding in my hallway.


A big welcome to Mister Meen, we're glad to have him on board for the next couple of weeks. And I had no idea he was anti-Communist, although I was well aware of his affinity for smoothness, jazz, and smooth jazz.



The Pony Track Hits The Open Road


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!



February 9, 2007


The Friday Freakout Is Heartwrenching


Some say love is a feeling you get deep down in the pit of your stomach. Some say it's all about hormones. Other's say it's all about whore moans. Some say love, it is the river that drowns the tender reed. And then there's always that one asshole who says love is driving 900 miles in an adult diaper with an assortment of Clue items in your trunk in a desperate attempt to murder your adulterous romantic rivals and once-fellow astronauts. There's probably no single right answer. But if you're a production company who specializes in made-for-TV movies,
some options may seem more appealing than others. Seeing as Lisa Nowak will probably be the most entertaining figure to grace the plot of a Lifetime original since Joey Buttafuoco, the project gets a big green light from the 'Stamps. Sure, it probably won't be on everbody's must-TiVo list, but that's only natural. As this week's Friday Freakout heroes sagaciously remind us in their brand new hit, fun is a lot like love: everybody has a different idea of exactly what it is. And as chance would have it, The Stooges' idea of fun just happens to be Mrs. Nowak's idea of love.




My Baby's Getting A Muppet


I receive some variation of the same email every week. This one came in my inbox yesterday:

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From: DanielleXXXX@ussenate.gov
To: SkinnySlim@badmintonstamps.com
Date: Feb 8, 2007
Subject: A proposal


Dear SkinnySlim,
I love you in my loins. will you marry me? PLease?

First off, you'd think the chick would follow capitalization rules in a proposal email. Second off, marriage isn't something to enter willynilly. And third off, if you're a certified fox, I'll take it under consideration. But back to second off. With divorce rates through the chapel roof, and people marrying primarily to get registry gifts from Crate & Barrel that can be returned for cash (I know what you Crate & Barrel registering couples are up to, I wasn't born yesterday) it's clear that marriage in America is at a crisis point. That's why I'm in favor of the Mutual Blind Mandatory Tattoo Waiting Period. In brief, each fiance selects a tattoo for their counterpart. Catch is, the tattoo-ee must have no idea what ink they are getting done. To ensure the process, they must receive the tattooing blindfolded, unless their fiance decides on an eyelid tattoo. The Mutual Blind Mandatory Tattoo Waiting Period serves to confirm the compatibility of the couple, for there is no truer test of trust and love than having your body permanently defaced by your lover. The couple then must wait one month so they can meditate upon their mate's permanent decision. "It's so cute" will quickly turn into "Tony the Tiger for life? You're a fucking douchebag." From there, it's a short step to a nationwide decrease in new divorce lawyers and a nationwide increase in new tattoo artists. Consider it yet another way SkinnySlim is saving our country, one prick of the ink gun at a time.



February 8, 2007


No Shame In Philly's Game This Weekend


It's hard to say just how we got here, but that doesn't change the fact that Philly is on the cusp of a very serious jangle-pop "moment" in musical history. When (not if) the A-Sides finally do hit the big time, expect to see labels swooping in a la Seattle 1991, snatching up less polished, more maleable prospects like The Beautiful Traps to accesorize their rosters and milk the trend for every $.99 itunes purchase they can. Catch this potential Menswear of the nu-Kinks* craze tonight at
The M Room.

When the band that put out one of Philabuster's best albums of '06 comes to town, yer damn right we mention it. Midlake is back at the North Star tonight. Van Occupanther? I hardly know 'er! (rimshot)

Finally, Thursday night finds Modern Lovers frontman and brutally cool mother fucker Jonathan Richman (pic'd) at Johnny Brenda's.

Take Friday off. You'll need the energy for Saturday night, when Favourite Sons return to Johnny Brenda's with the aformentioned A-Sides in support. Don't wait to buy tickets to this probable sell-out at the door, because, as you may have noticed, it's been getting shit cold at night, and procrastination will be a sorry blanket indeed when you're stuck outside.


*"nu-Kinks" joins "Pony-Wave" in the proud line of official BadmintonStamps genre titles.



Thursday Photo Essay


My Kind Of Plastic


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Five Spot Four Alarm


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February 7, 2007


This Post Is 100% Absolutely Not Related In Any Way To The Previous Post


In case you didn't pick up a copy of the new issue this morning, you might be interested to know: Philadelphia Weekly loves us. Well, half of us, at least (
bottom of the page). Fancy that.

Also worth noting: the world's photographers have yet to capture Bruce Warren looking anything other than totally badass.




Philebrity Gets Played, Admits It


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From: tips@philebrity.com
To: philabuster@badmintonstamps.com
Date: Feb 5, 2007 12:00 AM
Subject: Re: "exclusive"

Hey, we ran the Popped! announcement as such because we were told that we'd break that release. It was co-ordinated with the festival's organizers. I am sorry you are so annoyed.
But I have a feeling you'll get over it.

Warm regards,

Sweeney.

Hey Sweens, we are over it - and thanks for your concern - but really, let's talk about how you're doing for a sec. Are you over the fact that these festival organizer types straight up played you? I mean, I don't know how hard you worked to land that "exclusive", but the hollowness of the the Popped! pimp's promise should come as no surprise. Surely you realize that no self-respecting publicist considers their campaign complete unless they at least try to get some coverage from the baddest boys of the blogosphere, hand shakes and verbal agreements be damned. Hey, we're not tryin' to discourage you or anything. Do all the hustlin' you want. But don't hate us just 'cause we don't have to.



February 6, 2007


Meadowlark On Mars: Not Just A Great Idea For A Stereolab Song Title Anymore


Make no mistake. The biggest little band in Philly right now is Brown Recluse Sings. And there's plenty of evidence to support the claim: the near-perfect pop gem debut, the Black Sunday EP; the legendary performance at last autumn's
BadmintonStamps showcase; the inclusion of one of the world's deadliest animals in their band name (I think everybody can admit by now that wolves are for pussies). No surprise, 2007 is shaping up to be another banner year. And it all starts tonight at 9PM, when their enchanting "Western Meadowlark" soundtracks almost the whole opening sequence of a little show that I like to call Veronica Mars. Okay, I actually like to call it That Show With The Blonde Hottie On That Channel That Used To Be The WB. Same difference. Point is, Kristin Bell needed some post-coital dream sequence tuneage, and damned if Philly's sorta-psychepop finest aren't the ones that got the call (if you can't wait 'till tonight, just go here, then click "Directors Cut" tab and select the Veronica clip). To top it all off, the band just finished up an entirely new mindblowing experience of an EP that they're gonna drop any second now, as well as a limited edition 7" being underwritten by Tequila Sunrise Records, that oasis of musical civility on an otherwise rough-hewn Girard Ave. So tune in tonight, and you can tell all your friends you heard 'em back before they were closing out episodes of Gray's Anatomy.




Eau De Toilet Indeed




February 5, 2007


It's A Man's News Cycle


The first three Super Bowl ads last night featured someone throwing a rock in a man's face, a man and a woman getting their faces smashed, and a mouse that was dragged, squeezed, and tortured. The fourth ad? Some
woman claiming she's qualified to anchor nightly news. With one thirty-second spot more ridiculous than the next, I can't help but wonder where this country went so crazy. At least we can take solace and pride in the guitar shredding magnificence that is Prince.


"Can I play this guitar?"

Yes.

Game: Blouses.



The Pony Track Prefers "Hazel"


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!



February 2, 2007


The Friday Freakout's Lighting Up


Long after the post-9/11 outrage has faded, this week will no doubt still be nostalgically remembered in ad agencies and Wharton classes for generations to come as the week that Americans witnessed the most succesful
publicity stunt in the history of business. Not since a back alley sheister convinced a bunch of unwitting country rubes that he'd actually turned water into wine has any salesman so completely cut through the white noise of everyday life and penetrated wholesale the consciousness of a people. And as the case of US v. Mooninite gets underway, only two things seem certain: Scalia will surely side with his extra-terrestrial brethren, and the ATHF Movie's opening week box office tallies will beat any half-assed horror sequal or CGI Patrick Stewart vehicle like a red headed step child. Perhaps the only oversight by Interference Incorporated in the course of their nationwide campaign was right here in Philadelphia. Why waste time and money placing tiny devices around the city when you've got the word's largest lite-brite just standing here waiting to flick off the entire skyline? By day, the Cira Center would've been an unassuming asymetrical corporate structure. But at night, when the office lights inside were turned off, we would've been treated to a brilliant, 28 stories-tall display of lunar obscenity. Oh well. A Friday Freakout can dream, can't it?




Tuna A La Mode


Like an Arab, Vegan, or Jew, SkinnySlim got some very strict dietary rules. Unlike an Arab, Vegan, or Jew, SkinnySlim's dietary rules aren't retarded. Rule numero uno: Eat at least one type of animal every day. It's important to constantly remind your belly of humans' dominance over all other species. Rule numero two-o: Do not eat the same core meal item twice in one day. If it's pasta for lunch, than it's steak or chicken for dinner, and fish for dessert. Chicken for lunch? Pasta or pizza or red meat for dinner, and fish for dessert. This rule has served me well, but has been called into question, most notably by my personal idol, Puff Daddy/Diddy/Puffy/
P.Diddy/Diderino/The Didster/Sean Combs. On his classic "All About The Benjamins", Puffy raps, "Yeah livin the raw deal, three course meals; Spaghetti, fettuccine, and veal." Spaghetti AND fettuccine?!? Not only is he eating pasta twice in one day, but he's eating it twice in one meal! This carb-heavy overkill would leave most rap stars feeling bloated, and is a big no-no in the
SkinnySlim Cookbook. Speaking of which, you really should buy the SkinnySlim Cookbook, if only for the well designed cover. But I digress. The point here is that just because you can eat pasta twice in one meal doesn't mean you should. And just cause you can rhyme meal with veal doesn't mean you should either. Take it from me, Puffilicious, a rap mogul's career is filled with temptation, but as long as you follow my simple dietary rules you'll stay skinny and slim, and not end up like this guy.



February 1, 2007


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