FRIDAY:
>>> We’ve often wondered: What does it feel like to have a beard in the summertime? Is it just unbearably hot, or does it work on the same principle of how, like, people in India drink hot tea in 100+ temperatures? Find out from dudes who would know as Adam Arcuragi and Like Moving Insects play host to Chicago swampfolk-rockers Lesser Birds Of Paradise. At the Fire. On a related note, we’d like to congratulate the Fire on just worming its way into Weekend Picks for the first time since 1992. It was a Low Road/Barnabys show, we believe.
>>> Silversun Pickups, who might be the only new happy-shimmery old-school-type Amerindie band we’re bothering with right now, open for Tarantula AD and Tim Fite at the First Unitarian Non-Heatwave Church.
>>> If you’ve got like a thousand dollars lying around, do Mary J. Blige at the Borgata. And take us with you. Now, we know this may make you puke, but I swear to Christ, the Mary J. version of “One” by/with U2 can make every hair on your body stand right the hell up.
>>> Midnight movies with Donnie Darko at Troc, which reminds us…
SATURDAY:
>>> This is a great show under any circumstances, but add in Camel cigarettes, and it’s great and kinda weird. Phoenix/French Kicks/The A-Sides at The Trocadero. To get in, you have to suck some kind of Cameldick, and Camel’s not paying us, so fuck it if we’re gonna tell you how. But figure it out on your own, and you’ll be psyched: Phoenix’s (pictured) new record is totally sweet, the new French Kicks alb is completely righteous, and our drummer is the webmaster in the A-Sides. Or the other way around. We forget.
>>> Last-minute Paper Rad show at Black Floor Gallery. Check this week’s Philebrity Reader for more. In your inbox any minute now.
>>> Crimp Yr Hair DJs start a new monthly at Sal’s On 12th (and Walnut). It’s called The Re-Up and, having just gone to Paradise At Key West last night, we here at Philebrity can vouch for this whole new trend of people doing their previously-on-the-indie-circuit DJ nights at strange Center City/Gayborhood bars that no sane people have ever gone to previously. For one, proximity to gays almost always equals fun, and that shit has been documented (see histories of: punk rock, hip-hop, electronic music, etc.), so don’t even front. For two, surprise! Northern Liberties just turned unbearable on the weekends. Sorry, pals. We don’t make the rules.
SUNDAY:
>>> Philly For Change has its second annual picnic/pool party/fundrasier in Fairmount Park, in which $10 gets you unlimited burgers, dogs ‘n’ cob, but here’s the real reason to go: In addition to throwing some dough towards the hot defeat of Ricky “Cunts Are Still Running The World” Santorum, you’ll also get to scope the Kelly Pool at Memorial Hall. This thing has been on the Pool Gang radar for a while, and we are super psyched we’ll finally get to make use of it: A 50-meter monstrosity named after Grace Kelly. Or her Dad. Either way, 50 meters is a lot of awesome. More info here.
>>> We just checked: Darby Crash is still totally dead, but The Germs are playing the Troc anyway.
>>> In addition to just nabbing The Capitol Years and re-nabbing Dr. Dog, Park The Van just signed this dude Mike Visser, who used to be in like the cutest little Brooklyn band ever, called Frank Jordan. He plays his first Philly show since the big news at the Khyber with Aaron Modavis from The Teeth and PTV labelmates Carter Tanton. Holy scenepoints!

This entry was posted on Friday, August 4th, 2006 at 4:31 pm.