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November 15, 2007


Thursday Photo Essay


Skip Slept With A Honkey


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Thursday Photo Essay


Man Without A Face


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November 14, 2007


Foggy No Show


A day late and $499 short? We sincerely hope you weren't relying on Philebrity to give you a heads-up about the single hottest concert to hit the city since Radiohead's Tower two-fer. Because Jay-Z's show at the TLA
did not, in fact, take place Tuesday night. It happened on Monday. Thanks for trying. Seriously, we'd chalk this lapse up as another "old white guy out of touch with young/black people" thing, except Valania seemed to hold it down just fine. Of course, it might simply be a case of pulling information from some bad listings. Really, who knows?



November 13, 2007


Hov Is What We Got


SkinnySlim is currently
on strike. In his absence, his scab of a twin brother, ScrawnySlim, will be writing for the site.

Things I learned at the spectacular Jay-Z concert at the intimate TLA in Philly last night:

- As a white boy, when Jay-Z requests that you tell him what his motherfucking name is (Jigga!), please do so with enthusiasm. You cannot, however, tell him who he is rolling with.

- Philly is so serious about their smoking ban that they will even take your lighter at the door. If you wanna smoke that herb, make friends with the cool kid to your left who knew to sneak in some fire. Thanks cool kid!

- When Jay-Z asks for the lil' mamas, purdy ladies, shorties, or babies to show him what they got, he's not talking to me, and, although challenging, I should refrain from cheering.

- While you should not normally knock a towering bald man hard in the back of the head, doing so during a performance of "Heart of the City" seems acceptable.

-The Roc Boys were in fact in the building last night. They are indeed the dope boys of the year. Yet while many drinks were drunk, said drinks were not on the house.

Much love and thanks to Philabuster for taking me under his wing and letting me roll to the show. Blood be damned, he's more a brother to me than SkinnySlim ever could be.




Who Let The Links Out?


The 2008 Popped! Festival
goes official with its biggest of big names, The Roots, who are slated to perform Things Falll Apart from end to end in the headlining slot. Not to spread too much second-handedness here, but the gossip about this event's planning is all big risks and skin-of-teeth margins. We're hoping for the best, but color us skeptical until it, you know, actually happens. Right now, when you google "Popped!", all you get is pimples.

Our pals Greyhounds are, despite the best efforts of some skeevy booking agents, still on the bill for Friday night's CYHSY! show at the back-in-badness Starlight Ballroom. And what's that on the R5 concert page? Why, they've taken our humble little opinions as gospel, printing a description of Greyhounds that is lifted word for word from a show preview we ran in September. Uncredited, natch, but we'll let it slide this time.

Until last week, Brooklyn Vegan had never heard of My Bloody Wilmington's Sky Drops and their shoegazey grooves. Which goes to show you how hollow and empty an existence even some of the biggest music bloggers may actually lead. Not these ones, mind you, but some.

This evening at The Khyber marks the Philly debut of Golden Dogs (pic'd), a super-fun Canadian pop band that we've been feeling at 'Stamps HQ for quite some time. Craziest part: if you heard 'em without knowing anything about them, you'd swear up and down they were from Philly. They just have that jawny, jangly sumthin' that the 215 pumps out like tastykakes. Listen and be astounded.




Haiku Review: Jay-Z @ The TLA, 11/12/07


Best rapper alive,
small room, live band, all the hits,
black barmitzvah-style.



November 12, 2007


The Pony Track Got The Beat To Make Your Booty Go...


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 renowned 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 9, 2007


Why Do Black People Talk At The Movies?


SkinnySlim is currently
on strike. In his absence, his scab of a twin brother, ScrawnySlim, will be writing for the site.

I went to a screening of an Iraqi war film last night, and was struck yet again by how much African Americans love to talk during the movies. And it's not just topics of conversation related to the film, either. The black people behind me were saying things like, "I'm hungry" and "I think I'm going to go bowling later." Basically they were just letting there internal monologue rip. What is it about a movie theater that brings this out? Cause it's not like you see black people saying this stuff to themselves on the subway. Movie house talking seems deeply ingrained in the culture, and my guess is that it has roots in the Oscar Micheaux's first run barnstorming tours in the early 20th century (I'm dropping some of my brother's African American Studies college major knowledge on ya'll here). Whereas other ethnic talkers are simply assholes, black talkers seem heartfelt and genuine. When you tell an Asian or and Italian to shush in a movie theater they will either begrudgingly obey or cop some serious attitude. But when you tell a black dude to shush, they look at you like you're from Mars with an expression that says, "Have you lost your mind? This is movies. You know, where we come to talk." Of course, sometimes the snappy comebacks of a crowd is much appreciated, like at some Freddy Vs. Jason Vs. Teen Wolf Vs. Robocop type shit. Or like this one time in the early nineties when I went up to Magic Johnson Theater in Harlem to catch a flick. A guy behind me really lightened up the mood with comments like, "Damn, that's a lot of names" and "Yo, tap that Helen Hirsch ass!" The film was called Schindler's List and I must say that, due in large part to this wonderful black heckler, it was one of the funnest movie experiences I've ever had.



November 8, 2007


Thursday Photo Essay


Building Blocks


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Thursday Photo Essay


Keep Fallin'





Haiku Review: Menomena @ First Unitarian Church, 11/7/07


My, so many beards!
On stage! In the audience!
Is Man Man jealous?





November 7, 2007


Shake Appeal


SkinnySlim is currently
on strike. In his absence, his scab of a twin brother, ScrawnySlim, will be writing for the site.

We've recently gone over the various joys of giving 5, but what about a less recreational, and more socially important, form of hand communication? Yes, I'm talking about the handshake, a social custom dating back to the days of Sir Walter Raleigh. The hand has changed little since the first Queen Elizabeth's Court, although us young cool kids don't always know whether to give the proper handshake or the more laid back "open hand pound". The open hand pound is obviously preferred. It's saying, "Hey, call me Scrawny, cause Mr. Slim's my dad and this ain't my daddy's handshake." Unfortunately, sometimes you don't know if your shake partner will be receptive to your pound. This can lead to awkwardness, a tentative sort of poundyshake that gets the meeting off on the wrong foot. In addition to shake styles, you also have to worry about encountering the "death grip". The death grip is when an overcompensating douchedbag grabs your hands and squeezes it as tightly as he can, as if this in some way proves anything other than him being an overcompensating douchebag. Although strongly discouraged in all other scenarios, when forced to hand interact with someone known for there their death grip it is acceptable to instead "hit the rock" with a closed fist. I mean, your safety is at issue. But what if you're not an overcompensating douchebag and you want to make a strong impression and gain the (cough) upper hand? Well, last week I went to a shindig and had the pleasure of shaking hands with an older Indian man. He introduced me to the newest and most effective form of handshake domination, "The Ne'er Let Go". In this brilliant maneuver, the Indian pleasantly smiled and shook my hand with a solid but not-too-firm grip. And then he didn't let go. He didn't loosen the grip, as I did, indicating the shake was completed. He just held on and kept shaking that hand. It was like, "Hey man, I like shaking your hand. I enjoy it. I'll shake the fuck out of your goddamn hand all night. And you're gonna have to let go, pull back, disengage when you can't handle it any more. That's how we do it, gringo." I was blown away. I had to (cough) hand it to the brother. He gained my respect and fear by playing a more psychological than physical handshake game. I walked away defeated and humiliated, freaked out and thoroughly shaken.



November 6, 2007


The Union Forever


As you have probably heard, the Writers Guild is currently
on strike. That means no soap operas, variety shows, sitcoms and whatever the hell this is. The major issue at hand is how to compensate writers for "new media". New media is what is called a "buzzword" even though it's actually two words and no one knows what it means. From what I can gather, the union scribes want cash for internet downloads. Which sounds pretty good. Which is why I've decided to join my brothers in the guild. That's right, I'm on strike. One more time: I'M ON STRIKE! No money, no funny! No cash no...writey things (hey, I'm on strike, give me a break). Of course, in my case, I want money for illegal music downloads, so that's probably going to be a pretty big sticking point. I see this thing going on for quite some time. Luckily I've stockpiled a month's worth of Photo Essays and a one and a half seasons worth of Two And Half Men scripts for when this stoppage ends. But until that day comes, my posts will be written by my non-union scab of a twin brother, ScrawnySlim. Say hello Scrawny.

Hey guys! I'm really psyched to-

I said say hello, not give a speech.

Sorry.

It's okay. But don't screw this up for me, bro. I got fans to please. Or should I say I got fans for you to please. Anyway, as you readers can see, ScrawnySlim has his own color. That way you'll recognize his inferior writing as of a decidedly non-union quality. Now please excuse me, I have a picket line to go pick up arty writer chicks on. They're going to need a union leader like SkinnySlim to keep them warm on these long days of not working.



November 5, 2007


The Pony Track Is Doin' A Double-Take


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 renowned 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 1, 2007


Thursday Photo Essay


Hitting The Fairway


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Thursday Photo Essay


You Talk Way Too Much


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October 31, 2007


The Invisible Tipper


As Biggie once said, "Goddamn credit? Dead it." And while he was talking about the crack game, there is a rock, or at least an ounce, of truth in that statement for all of us. Because in this cruel, cruel world it's tough getting credit for your good deeds. Take for example the tip cup at your favorite order-at-the-counter restaurant. I'm always dropping a buck in the jar at my spots. In Philly it's
Jim's Steaks and in New York it's Pepe Rosso. And yet, no matter when I place that grace in their cup, the cashier always seems to be looking away. Maybe they're yelling at the kitchen or on the phone. I could wait to drop the dollar until they turn and they still manage to jerk their head the second I release the buck. Look, I'm not blessing these kids cause I want the credit, I'm doing it 'cause they feed me and they feed me proper. But at the same time, I'd like them to notice. Is that so wrong? I want them to know I love that they feed me proper and will reward said proper feeding with something they love, in this case money. Without the credit acknowledgement, there's no possibility for reciprocal love from the object of my dining affection. In fact, resentment can even occur. I'll continue to follow my heart and tip 'em, but sometimes I think I shouldn't bother. It's sort of like when you go to a big party. A lot of fools bring a fancy bottle of wine, but your hosts are getting so many countless bottles, they're not going to remember who gave which one at the end of the night. Hence no credit. That's why I bring a 40oz of Olde English to large soiree. At least the 40 is going to get you noticed. And then you'll get some credit. It may be bad credit, but hey, as a wise man once said, without that goddamn credit you might as well dead it.



October 30, 2007


Hip Hop Holidays


Rappers love the Holiday Season, what with its festival of lights and spirit of giving. That's why so many of them pack the final weeks of the years with cd releases. That, or just pressure from their labels to increase fourth quarter sales. Here's a quick look at some BadmintonStamps-approved albums dropping in your stocking soon.

Getting arrested, writing six songs a night, the subject of
New Yorker profiles, stunntin' with his daddy, collabin' with new cool kids The Cool Kids, responsible for the "Worst BadmintonStamps post ever". Basically, Lil Wayne keeps it pretty busy. Now comes news that the long awaited Tha Carter III will arrive in February. Which is not the Holiday Season. Which makes it odd that I would include it first in my "Hip Hop Releases For The Holiday Season" report. That is until you finish reading this sentence and learn that Lil Wayne is droppin' Tha Carter III: The Leak on December 18th. It's a "bootleg" compilation of songs that were originally intended for the Tha Carter III, but have, well, leaked. He's including four new ones and re-doing some of the tracks that had the internet going nuts all summer. I'm exhausted just thinking about this. This kid has been on so many tracks that Vibe Magazine just ranked the Top 77 Lil Wayne Songs of 2007. He's Weezy F Please Say The Mutherfuckn' Baby and he does it better than anyone else, but enough already.

Which brings me to Lil Wayne. He's featured on Jay-Z's new album, American Gangster, which is based on the movie that is based on my uncle (yo, Russell Crowe plays my uncle. For real. Like, my real actual uncle. Crazy). Listen to the ever-growing-on-me "Blue Magic" here and the instant greatness of "Roc Boys" below. And don't forget to thank that Nike Box.

Weezy may have my mind right now, but Ghostface always has my heart. The Big Dough Rehab drops early December. Check out the ridiculous third verse on the first single. Apparently he has strong Oscar buzz.

Which brings me to Ghostface. The Wu-Tang member follows his solo album with his crew's long awaited return exactly one week later. Trippy, man. Trippy like the excellent first single.



October 29, 2007


Good Times Never Seemed So Good


This photo kind of sums it all up...


The 2007 Boston Red Sox overcame all the obstacles - a red hot Rockies team, thin mountain air,
divine will, Eric Gagne - administered what is statistically the most severe and thorough beatdown in post-season history, and walked away with the trophy, the girl, the champagne-soaked wardrobe, and nutsacks grown as large and majestic as the Rocky Mountains themselves. If I told you that blondie there was actually the little sister of a Colorado player, could you really doubt it?

Thanks so much to all the Red Sox for an incredible season. Stay safe, re-sign Lowell, eat your wheaties, and remember: only 118 days 'till pitchers and catchers report for spring training.




The Pony Track Is Left Wanting More


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 renowned 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!



October 26, 2007


Refried Bean Town


Last night, on the way to a 2-1 Boston victory, Red Sox centerfielder
Jacoby Ellsbury stole a base. He did it for his team, to be sure. But he also did it for you, me, Royce Clayton, and everyone else who believes, even in this topsy-turvy world gone mad, that a free lunch is a dream worth fighting for. Because Jacoby stole second base in the bottom of the fourth inning, we all get to wander over to the nearest Taco Bell on Tuesday, October 30th between 2PM and 5PM and ask for a free taco. Just because. If you're not a Red Sox fan now, then you obviously don't love free tacos. And if you don't love free tacos, then you obviously don't love America. As for me, I plan to think outside the Suburban Station bun early and often. At 2PM, claim that first freebie. At 2:37, I change into my "Tacoby Shellsbury" t-shirt, don some Groucho glasses, and get my double-dip on. From there, I hop in the Stampsmobile and work over the local drive-thrus in automotive anonymity. "But won't they recognize the same car pulling up to the window multiple times?", you ask. "That's why I switch on a fake Mexican license plate the second time around," I reply. Because, as everybody knows, Mexican plates are the Groucho glasses of the car world.



October 25, 2007


Thursday Photo Essay


Take The Scenic Route


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Thursday Photo Essay


The Little Tramp





In Rotation: Young, Gifted, And Black


Here's a quick look at the albums spinning on SkinnySlim's record player this month

Junior Wells -
Hoodoo Man Blues
I'm from New York City, born and raised. It's always humorous for me to observe a certain breed of recent NYC transplants. This specific set feel the need to prove their knowledge of the Big Apple, and thus pretend that they know everything this town has to offer. They don't, and God knows neither do I. That's the charm of a place like my hometown; there's always new favorite places to discover. The same concept applies to music (more than say, movies). While some interent geeks will come on like they know the entire world's music history, even a braggart like SkinnySlim admits that there's so much music new and old to discover, it's impossible to know it all. Enter Junior Wells' Girlfriend Track-loaded Hoodoo Man Blues. A brutally kick ass set from the early sixties, it's a bona fide classic and my new old favorite album of all time. Until of course I discover another one.

Radiohead - In Rainbows
My new new favorite album of all time. Until of course they give away another one in a few years. So goshdarn pretty, boys.

Black Kids - Wizard Of Ahhhs
As UGK say, "You Myspacing it, Facebook it, playing games with them toys / I'm in the streets, where gangstas meet, while you online with them boys." So true, so true. And there are few more promising boy bands then the much ballyhooed youngsters in the Black Kids. Check out their Cure meets Go! Team Myspace-only ep, and make sure that dude from Dateline's To Catch A Predator isn't watching.



October 23, 2007


Future Dead Presidents


Presidential race saturation and fatigue have already set in, and we're still more than a year away from the election. Still, there is little doubt that the campaign will prove to be one of the most historic and important in our country's history. That's why SkinnySlim is here to help you choose the next leader of the free world wisely. That's right, I've whittled down the leading contenders and ranked them by asking the single most important criteria for Presidential success: Which candidate has the best reference in a hip-hop lyric? Let's examine the options...

Eminiem - "Role Model": Hillary Clinton tried to slap me and call me a pervert / I ripped her fuckin tonsils out and fed her sherbet.
Pro: We're going to have to give this one a lot of points for the use of the word sherbet. Also, the idea of Hillary Clinton attempting to slap Eminem is amusing.
Con: Feeding of sherbet to Clinton post-tonsillectomy is actually quite thoughtful and therefore kinda pussy.

Chamillionaire - "The Evening News": The White House is going to stay white even tho' we know Obama's black / 9/11 was a calculation, and some would say it was a timed attack / He gave a speech on CNN, "They bombed us, now we're bombing back" / Where the heck is Osama at?
Pro: Referring to Bush simply as "he" is appropriately ominous; where the heck is Osama at indeed.
Con: The Obama line itself doesn't exactly rank high on the sensical/insightful scale; Obama/Osama wordplay too easy.

Notorious B.I.G. - "Everyday Struggle": I'm seeing body after body and our Mayor Giuliani ain't tryin' see no black man turn to John Gotti.
Pro: A standout in the long list of
Giuliani lyrics. Unlike the other choices here, it speaks specifically to the candidate's image, in this case a man who is tough on crime and hates black people.
Con: Biggie fails to foresee that Giuliani's responsible for his own murder, because as Dead Prez say, "Who shot Biggie Smalls? If we don't get them they gonna get us all / I'm down for running up on them crackers in their City Hall."

MC Skooly Poo-Poo - "Sunday Skool": I'm crass at this mass as I give you a homily / And you just sit there in your magic underwear like my nigga Mitt Romney
Pro: Refers to Mitt Romney as "my nigga"; references Mormon magic underwear.
Con: Completely made up, does not exist in any way whatsoever.



October 22, 2007


The Girlfriend Track Goes Down Under And To The Side





Love That Dirty Water



Hey! Jonathan Papelbon of the Boston Red Sox here! Just wanted to remind all of you to watch me and the guys in the
World Series beginning this Wednesday night. It's gonna be so awesome. I think we're playing the Denver Broncos. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've gotta finish my third bottle of champagne and then go find Tim McCarver. Dude's got a purple nurple comin' like you wouldn't believe. WHOOOO!!!




The Pony Track Can Deal


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 renowned 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!



October 18, 2007


Please Don't Misunderstand: He's Still Awfully White


Download: Jay-Z - "Regrets"



5 Step





Starve A Cold, Blog A Fever...Or Not




October 14, 2007


Sunday's My Funday


Blah blah blah grizzly beach bear house. The one show that nobody (except Badminton) is talking about is
The Khyber's awesomely ecclectic Sunday night line-up. Headliners Middle Distance Runner offset the Belle & Sebastian expectations of their moniker with Radiohead riffage and Arcade Fire frenzies. Lower on the bill is Syme, a Norwegian combo whose melodic electro-pop simultaneously takes you back to the halcyon days of IDM and forward to it's not-quite-retro-yet future, an imaginary place where The Helio Sequence and Morr Music compilations are mentioned with the same reverance as Joy Division or the Stax catalogue. Crazy, sure, but us bloggers get paid to dream big. Add in an opening set from White Denim (pic'd), a Texas band that are all too happy to act out James Murphy's wildest punk rock fantasies, and you've got one hell of a three reasons to be tired and hungover at work tomorrow morning.




The Pony Stampede's Yer Daddy


I regret to inform you that Mr. SkinnySlim will be away for the next two weeks. I'm happy to inform you that he has instructed Mr. Philabuster to put up a seven songs of excellence during his regrettable absence. Think of it like BadmintonStamps' Pony Track, but instead of every week, you'll get numerous delicious servings in just 10 work days. Fantastic.



October 11, 2007


Thursday Photo Essay


Big Time Baller


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Stay Off The Road


So I'm reading this thread on BCO, and it's like there's fifteen different "But of course!" lights going off all at once. The premise:
too many fucking tours. Seriously, if you've been beating your head against a wall trying to figure out why bands like Of Montreal and Sunset Rubdown seem to play Philly once every twenty-five days, then feast on the knowledge within. Some of the more interesting/entertaining revalations:

- It's not the size of the guitar. It's the size of the room you play it in.
- All those "visa issues" that foreign bands keep complaining about? DAMNED LIES!
- Everyone seems to be slowly realizing that Voxtrot suck.
- It's all becasue of mp3s.
- Klaxons' road manager is a douche.
- Windish Agency may be controlled by The Illuminati.
- "pitchfork hasn't broken a new band in forever, man."
- "Your Band = Pussy" - Best new blog of 2008/ever? (fingers crossed)

You are strongly encouraged to peruse the entire thing at your liesure. At the very least, it'll give you some great conversation starters for when you're at the Khyber in November celebrating Electric Six's two-thousand-and-seventh Philly appearance in 2007.



October 10, 2007


The Pony Stampede's Got It


I regret to inform you that Mr. SkinnySlim will be away for the next two weeks. I'm happy to inform you that he has instructed Mr. Philabuster to put up a seven songs of excellence during his regrettable absence. Think of it like BadmintonStamps' Pony Track, but instead of every week, you'll get numerous delicious servings in just 10 work days. Fantastic.



October 8, 2007


The Pony Stampede Is Bulking Up On Carbs


I regret to inform you that Mr. SkinnySlim will be away for the next two weeks. I'm happy to inform you that he has instructed Mr. Philabuster to put up a seven songs of excellence during his regrettable absence. Think of it like BadmintonStamps' Pony Track, but instead of every week, you'll get numerous delicious servings in just 10 work days. Fantastic.




The Pony Stampede Could Use A Drink


I regret to inform you that Mr. SkinnySlim will be away for the next two weeks. I'm happy to inform you that he has instructed Mr. Philabuster to put up a seven songs of excellence during his regrettable absence. Think of it like BadmintonStamps' Pony Track, but instead of every week, you'll get numerous delicious servings in just 10 work days. Fantastic.



October 4, 2007


The Pony Stampede Busts A Mean Watusi


I regret to inform you that Mr. SkinnySlim will be away for the next two weeks. I'm happy to inform you that he has instructed Mr. Philabuster to put up a seven songs of excellence during his regrettable absence. Think of it like BadmintonStamps' Pony Track, but instead of every week, you'll get numerous delicious servings in just 10 work days. Fantastic.




Menage-A-Time


It's supposed to be a once-a-month affair, but rules are made to be broken, and Making Time won't be boxed in by mere convention. Behold, The Raddening:

RAD: Next Tuesday's performance by Klaxons
has been moved out of the TLA and into the First Unitarian basement. And with the news that openers Shit Disco have had to cancel their trip, Dave P and his DJ kickery have been called into augment your mid-week freak. If that's not a clarion call to all partytrainsoldiers, I don't know what is. Bring your own Sparks and prepare to vomit neon.

RADDER: The forgotten Making Time middle child shows up on Friday, October 12th, and nobody seems to be shying away from the reality of it all. In fact, if you're willing to hit up Transit and fork over $10 for a serviceable-at-best set from Digitalism, they'll give you free admission to the real party the following week. Which, along with the smaller crowd and, consequently, greater availability of free booze, makes this totally worth going to.

RADDEST: Making Time's 7.5-year anniversary at Pure on the 19th brings the half-birthday back in unbelievable style. First, we finally get a showing from New Young Pony Club, who gave the 'Stamps office a tremendous case of sexjam blueballs when they cancelled a similar engagement back in March. Along for the spin is Erol Alkan (pic'd). Those of you who take our word on matters such as these should take this one to the bank: Erol's a genius. Whether he's working under his own name, or weaving psychadelic flashback beats as Beyond The Wizard's Sleeve, this guy is quite simply the best remixer alive. And you really can't beat his t-shirt.



October 3, 2007


The Pony Stampede's Just Asking


I regret to inform you that Mr. SkinnySlim will be away for the next two weeks. I'm happy to inform you that he has instructed Mr. Philabuster to put up a seven songs of excellence during his regrettable absence. Think of it like BadmintonStamps' Pony Track, but instead of every week, you'll get numerous delicious servings in just 10 work days. Fantastic.



October 2, 2007


David Wright Is All That


In the world of televised sports commentary, there's no greater softball than the old half full vs half empty glass conversation. Were the Phillies that good down the stretch, or were the Mets just that bad? Did Matt Holliday win the game
last night, or did Trevor Hoffman lose it? Is athlete's foot fungus really that strong, or are your feet just pussies? It's a line of questioning that tops even "can player x ever recover from his most recent criminal indictment/conviction?" for sheer stupidity, because (as with the question of whether player x can ever recover) the answer is always "yes". Winning and losing are mutually conclusive events. It's like debating whether a light is on or not off. Dialectics don't just simplify matters, they over-simplify them. That's why history will always remember people like Sergio Leone and Damon Albarn as the true intellectual giants of our time. They've realized that if people are going to evaluate a situation and have meaningful discourse about it, they need at least three choices presented to them. Good and bad are fine, but it's the ugly and the queen that really make the conversation compelling. So when we look back at the '07 NL East division race years from now, we'll be able to discuss how, yes, the Mets were indeed bad. But they were also ugly queens.



October 1, 2007


The Pony Stampede Gets Underway


I regret to inform you that Mr. SkinnySlim will be away for the next two weeks. I'm happy to inform you that he has instructed Mr. Philabuster to put up a seven songs of excellence during his regrettable absence. Think of it like BadmintonStamps' Pony Track, but instead of every week, you'll get numerous delicious servings in just 10 work days. Fantastic.




The Pony Track Is Invading Your Personal Space


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 renowned 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!



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