This Weekend: Have Fun! It’s Later Than You Think!
Friday:
>>> What with last weekend being a total washout and whatnot ó oh, stop your moaning already, BC Camplight ó the pressure is on this weekend to make it count. Sadly, if for you that means live music, Friday night is a fucking wash. The only show of note is A-Sides at The Khyber, but seriously: Have you been outside? Instead, we recommend flying into the mystery. Get in someone’s car. Raid your medicine cabinet and dig out your flip-flops. Go over to that awesome Stewart’s in Jersey where the girls serve you hot dogs on rollerskates and don’t see anything funny about that at all. It’s been a long winter, all the bands are on post-SXSW suicide watch, even the DJ nights are kinda weak tonight, but you? Baby, you’re just coming alive. Use it or lose it.
>>> Or: The final SORTED! at Silk City. Like you, it makes us wanna chew rocks that this place has been sold. New owner Mark B (of North Third fame) is cool and all, yadda, yadda, yadda, but honestly? We keep hearing the word “beer garden” and it makes us want to retch. So do the only thing you can: Smear glitter on your face, call up your girlfriends, squeeze every last drop out of this beautiful and dirty thing we all called “Silk” and get ready to watch the crazy nightlife shuffle that is already starting as some of the city’s most consistently brilliant DJ nights look for new homes. If I sound like I’m angry, it’s because I am. This place is part of Our History. Good night, Silk City. Philebrity Jones will never stop tipping his 40 to you.
Saturday:
>>> Girly-girls: Say byebye to your Saturday afternoon and your mad money, honey. The Coterie is open for bizness.
>>> Official final Silk City going-awa-forever party: Foxy Contin, Phil Moore Browne, DJ Deejay and of course, Gregg Foreman.
>>> Meanwhile, as we mentioned before, Pleasuretown this time ’round is a wonderful mess of mods, rockers, soulbangers and so much more. Just some of what’s on deck: Junior Sanchez, Oxy Cottontail, Amanda Blank, King Britt, The Rooster (scroll below for interview and contest) and Jesus, just go. This thing is the monster. We’d even go so far as to say: “It’s the juggernaut, bitch!” Transit, ’til 6am.
>>> And for whichever rockists out there are still reading, we’re sorry we pissed you off. Get over it. Perhaps checking out The Elevator Parade’s April Fool’s Day Freakout at The Fire will mend you? Comes with additional Kurt Vile for no extra charge!
Sunday:
>>> Love Rock Brunch: An idea whose time has come! (Roughly 13 years late.) The M Room, 11:30am-3:30pm. And don’t forget to wind those clocks forward!
>>> Sigh. Socket. We’re gonna miss this Silk place like I don’t even know what.
[Note to Readers: Stay with Philebrity all weekend long as we offer daily Philadelphia Film Festival picks apart from our usual evening choices.]
