Who Is Killing The Great Hipster Hangs Of Philadelphia?
We just wanted to take a pause for a moment, and smell the flowers, as it were. In the next month or two, a triad of the city’s Sparksiest weekly DJ nights are about to go under. You may not care, but trust us, we’ve got a point here. As of this writing, Paradise At Key West — the early house/ Italo disco night headed up by Mike Trombley — has about 6 weeks left; Hands & Knees, which is to skinny people what donuts are to fat kids, has about 3 weeks left; and Driz Horse, Julie G (pictured) and Andrew Jeffrey Wright‘s mid-week sweatahon, has 3 or something like that. These figures are off the top of our heads, so they may not be right, as they are just gleaned from the long MySpace funeral they’re all having. (Hands & Knees gets the top honors for funeral class, though: They’re having a Smiths cover band tonight.)
Anyway, this coincidence has done a couple of things: One, it has definitely made a perforation in the microgenerational lines of a certain nightlife crowd — a new generation, let us call them “Generation Broadzilla,” is already on the way in. Two, it has at least in some regard told this audience that they’re not bankable, or at least, not bankable enough to support all of these nights. And three, it’s made it just a little bit harder to hang out on weeknights. Add these three things to the fact that Johnny Brenda’s cancelled its Monday night DJ series, Standard Tap killed the popular Wednesday night sessions, and insert your other favorite low key DJ/music series here, and we’re about to have a hangout emergency of level orange. (Also known as 1992-1998.)
Our point is this: Who is killing the great hipster hangs of Philadelphia, and what do they plan on replacing them with? Because they have to be replaced with something — a DJ night that is one person’s slice of functional alchoholism is another person’s community-builder. And that replacement needs to come fast: There’s a fair enough chance that someone like Knox could get into office, fully Bloomberg the shit out of Philadelphia, and fuck up Our Thing in ways Street couldn’t have even dreamed of. Partytrainsoldiers, spring has sprung. Please make Wednesdays safe for the freaks again.
Correction: We are happy to inform you that Driz Horse is in fact continuing on Wednesdays at the Khyber, minus Julie G., who will be relocating in a few weeks. Philebrity regrets the error.







April 20th, 2007 at 2:09 pm
…i’ve been watching this situation bubble for months and i have a feeling it’s almost ready to serve.. i have my theory, but i’ll save that for those coming to sex dwarf tonight :)
April 20th, 2007 at 2:16 pm
Paradise plays the best dance music in Philadelphia. For all of you who never witnessed it for yourself, you better catch it while it lasts… and be sure to get some shrimps from Broasters while your at it.
April 20th, 2007 at 2:50 pm
Rally at the Rotunda? Maybe have an Alamo style last stand before Knox sets up serious Bloombergian noise regulations? I mean it’s not like they’re making any real use of the building anyway….
April 21st, 2007 at 7:38 pm
“generation broadzilla”? more like “generation of djs who don’t know how to dj and play the worst selection of music ever”. come on philadelphia, you can do better.
RIP paradise, but hopefully this will mean good things for promising dj nights, like hurrah, the new GOOD wednesday night weekly.
April 23rd, 2007 at 10:59 am
Community building? Community of arrogance and elitism maybe. Spoiled shits who drink cans of PBR, flood bathrooms and don’t tip. I think I just soiled my American Apparel intimate bottoms.