Musical Rumblings: Philly’s Got The Phish Food Blues
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>>>Peter Cincotti, when you say goodbye, Philadelphia, is that a promise? We cross our hot pink fingernails. We’re not even sure they’d let you play at Jam On The River.
May 20th, 2007 at 8:28 pm
Someday, your relentless mocking of west philly will stop!
You’ll be walking down the street in your trendy “nolibs” neighborhood, and find yourself cornered by by a thousand serpents of wisdom in shiny new pony pants. Danger! Danger! you’ll cry, but it will be too late. You’ll be beaten repeatedly with pads and steel and satanized so hard with a red rocket it’ll make normal love feel like a tickley feather. “BUT YOUR BAND NAMES ARE RIDICULOUS!” you’ll cry as as you breathe your last, leaving your remains to be picked over by a purple rhinestone eagle.