And so it comes to pass that WPEN gives way to what is increasingly turning out to be the only successful radio model in Philadelphia: The Joe Blow Call-In And Whine About T.O. format. Between WIP frankly excelling at this like no other, and WPEN’s legacy as barbershop/stinky weird old lady store soundtrack, the change [...]

In a kind of tony update of the “Andre The Giant Has A Posse” phenom, we’d like to welcome to city poles Susanna Goihman: The Sticker. That’s right. The photo is kind of blurry, but this one was spotted just beneath a red light at Frankford and Girard. It bears the legend:
I’m Susanna Goihman.
I own [...]

SHAKESPEAREAN actor Christian Seth Lisak might have found that quote particularly meaningful since his arrest yesterday as one of the leaders of a multimillion-dollar marijuana ring.
Lisak, 32, an actor and acting teacher, helped operate an extensive pot operation that used bicycle couriers to transport the drug to customers, federal authorities said.
They were peddling pedalers carrying [...]

>>> We don’t know dick about The Town Jewelrz. To us, they’re just these dudes on Myspace with funny beards and smurf eyes. But goddamn if they haven’t made one of the most shit-kickin’ metakrunk mixtapes of the past five whenevers. To wit:
The Town Jewelrz: “Youth Suicide Fantasy” [mp3 mix, 68.1MB]
Bearing this in mind, they’ll [...]

David Dye and Neil Young on a cameraphone. This makes us wanna go straight over the Walnut Street Bridge and hug every bug in the damn building. On a related note: We’re totally PMSing and listening to Coldplay and going through this bag of Pirate Booty like it’s Soccer Mom Crack. Sigh.
WXPN.Blogspot.Com: Hey Hey, My [...]

Over the weekend, the Inky dropped a big ol’ stinkbomb of a duy-er when they heralded the supposedly new existence of something called “Port Fishington.” Which, on a scale of zero to sixth-borough-ness, only really registered as a mild “What. The. Fuck.” Not because it wasn’t retarded ó any article celebrating the arrival of literate [...]

>>> Hail Social gets the CP love, while at the same time, managing to paint in one line the domestic life of Trouble Everyday: “We’re not chilling at home, thinking, “We gotta come off like Gang of Four.’” We just totally snarfed our lemonade.
>>> Meanwhile, the Spinto Band rack up a 7.3 in the ‘Fork, [...]

Desperate to pin a DUI on the hit-and-run ceviche queen, the cops are now going through bar reciepts in places even we wouldn’t be caught dead in:
A police source said authorities are investigating a report that Goihman was “bar-hopping” before the accident.
David Magrogan, owner of Kildare’s, a pub on Main Street in Manayunk, said police [...]

Hey, remember back in December when we told you that PW publisher Nancy Stuski was out? Wow. That was a long time ago. It seems, though, that the ailing paper is at least a little closer to resolution. Says a reader close to the wind-tunnel:
anyway, Beth Douglas was named General Manager, which really means Publisher, [...]

>>> Back when we were in college, boy, did we ever like us some Swervedriver. Nowadays, though, what we’re really into is talking about how we used to like Swervedriver. Adam Franklin feels your pain; after all, he basically is/was Swervedriver. He plays tonight at the Khyber. Upstairs, it’s Julie G. and the gang for [...]

When we last checked in on Philadelphia Weekly’s Steven Wells ó part of that paper’s ever-growing Limey contingent, hell-bent on turning the music section into Q circa 1998 ó we were kind of chuffed that he got an assignment at all. (”Chuffed” being a British term for, “Holy fuck, they’ll print anything over there. Good [...]

It seems that yesterday’s post on the Phila/NYC Pressler-induced mass bitchfit ruffled a few feathers. We heard from pretty much everyone involved! Not least Gawker’s Jessica Coen, who was quick to remind us that…
Clearly, Choire was commissioning her for a piece for the Observer. which is where he went to work after Gawker. Choire’s work [...]

>>> While somebody was sleeping over at The People Paper, some fool re-ran a feature on martinis that we’re guessing is of, oh, say, 1995 vintage.
>>> Not content to stop there, the same writer files a piece on the city’s best amateur bartenders, and oddly, no one from Fluid is on the list. Zing!
>>> Meanwhile, [...]

With each morning bringing new revelations in the Susanna Goihman case, it’s important to note that not all of the new discoveries involve her case. Here, Ms. Goihman dons Dolce & Gabana shades, a top she bought off Bluefly and the season’s absolute hottest accessory ó a Venezuelan mother! Looks like somebody’s eyeing up the [...]

Mtn. High: “Lil’ Boo Big” [mp3, more info on the band at Hot Dog City Record Co.]
In related news, we just opened the first beers of the day.

Everyone’s favorite modern dandy and the world’s leading flanuerism booster, Lord Whimsy, has been very, very busy as of late. Well, if not busy, then certainly buzzy. When not being namechecked in Frieze or being blogged about in SWEDEN, for the love of cripes, he’s busy growing carnivorous plants because apparently, that’s what dandies do [...]

When we left off last week ó or rather, when our little dunebuggy crashed into a towering wall of flaky styrofoam snark ó it seemed like the whole world (or at least media hounds in Phila. and NYC) had caught Pressler Fever. Even Gawker, who usually do not deign to even acknowledge the existence of [...]

>>> Trouble Everyday, fairly confident that now that guitarist Chris Doyle has left the group, no one will ever really pay much attention to them, has leaked this parting shot/mp3. Which is basically some answering machine tapes of Doyle freaking out and giving his ex-bandmates what-for, slyly pasted in over one of their songs. Classy. [...]

So, Susanna Goihman finally gets hauled in ó†on a single charge of leaving the scene of an accident, which is weird in and of itself ó and how does she decide to project to all that she’s totally well -adjusted, confident that she’s innocent of all crimes, and ready to answer any questions the cops [...]

Philebrity has hightailed it to the Durty Jerz for the day. We’ll return tomorrow with all the boobs, bands and sixth boroughs we can muster. For now, just take the puppies, OK?