>>> God, are you like us? Has seven days of non-stop overcast Clientele weather beaten you into a kind of batty submission? That would be enough, but also: There has been nothing fun/special to do all week because we are in weird pre-autumn zone and exactly one week from now, the world will again be filled with color and light and you will forget this calmy calm before the storm, and you’ll also forget that the “calm before the storm” is also stupid-people code for “crippling anxiety and silence.” Sure, you could go to one of the various weeklies: Driz Horse at The Khyber (if you wear the tight pants) or The Wednesday Night Weekly at Medusa (if you wear the big pants), but at this point, honestly? You’re throwing good money/energy after bad. While the chips are down, we recommend the following:
>>> Dirt weed. You know this feeling you are having now, where like there is just nothing? Before, we used to call that “The ’90s in Philadelphia.” And dirt weed got us through just fine.
>>> The Who. And also the new Bob Dylan album, and the other 52 Bob Dylan albums as well. If that’s too XPN for you, just thrash around your apartment to Be Your Own Pet.
>>> Not for nothing, nights like this were made for bit torrenting.
>>> And if you must, Project Runway. 10pm, Bravo. Godspeed, my melancholy babes.
Updated: We almost forgot. PW’s The A-Sides/Cordalene in Rittenhouse Square is, as of this writing (4:35pm), still on.

This entry was posted on Wednesday, August 30th, 2006 at 4:32 pm.