FRIDAY:
>>> You know, this Philebrity weekend picks shit is a brutal, unmerciful science: No matter how hard we try, we’re always sending you to Johnny Brenda’s, or [click.], or one of the other five places that always end up in the pole position. We try to spread the love around, honest we do. And while there’s plenty of venues in the city, what we have found is that a venue does not a good time make. No, bookers, DJs and artists do that. And it’s the same as it was in the fifth grade: There’s only ever so many pretty girls in a room. So pardon us for sending you to Yo Majesty/TheShalitas/Nicky Click so you can get craaaaay tonight at Johnny Brenda’s. If it was somewhere else, we would have told you to go there, too. Unless it was the Mill Creek or something. I mean, come on: This is Philebrity, we have standards.
>>> Did we mention a week or two back how quickly the Liars sent everyone into the lobby when they opened for Interpol at the Tower Theater? Shameful. That particular strain of opening act meltdown will not happen tonight, though, when Arthur & Yu open for Iron & Wine up in Upper Darby: They’re hype-machine-alicious.
>>> Yes, David, we can freak out like crazy people. And we think it’s sweet that you’re polite enough to ask “please” each time. [click.] is at Fluid.
>>> Elsewhere in Danse Party USA, there’s Muhahaha at Sal’s, and Karaoke Gong Show with Guitar Hero hosted by Skeletor. Build a gravity bong in the men’s room sink and we are THERE, dude!
SATURDAY:
>>> A twin-pronged lightning bolt of shit we’re geeking out on against all odds that anyone can geek out on anyone with a guitar in 2007: The way-sold-out Okkervil River show at Johnny Brenda’s (see below) and this week’s artist on The Philebrity Player, Devendra Banhart, who’ll be covering the entire TLA with that transexual drugrug vibe that we strangely cannot get enough of. Dev’s been the bud of much indie sniping lo’ these years, but don’t let that fool you: Hipster Bingo only hates that which has left it in the dust. It’s a rule, look it up.
>>> Attention pervs on Craigslist: You should have bought tickets to Animal Collective at the Starlight Ballroom before they sold out. It was the only legit chance you ever had of engaging in pony play with a UArts kid. Pity.
>>> As Indian Summer heaves out its last wheeze, it might be a good idea to get in the out of doors — Mojito aboard the Moshulu, perhaps? — while you still can. Big Rich Medina and Brendan Bring’em work it out while you scan the crowd for people without sparkly MySpace pages.
>>> Madonna Michael Prince: S/he’s a bastard, but s/he sure can dance. At M Room.
SUNDAY:
>>> Thurston Moore makes everybody hold their ears at Johnny Brenda’s as the devout get their indie cred cards punched 10 years too late and JB’s scores that rarest of honors: WEEKEND PICKS TRIFECTA! Mazel tov, guys. But on the real, it’s all about…
>>> Craziest party of the week, hands (and panties) down: Dev79 deejays the Scott LaRock’s Hole & A Heartbeat Party (we’d link to the site but it’s way raw and you have a job, sir) at our very favorite Center City titty bar, The Gold Club. (Hint: It’s where The Office used to be.) There’s a comedy show and a porn star meet-n-greet and booty bass and, of course, strippers. As the flyer says, “Get to know us, ask questions, audition, get laid.” And you were just gonna stay home, take Zoloft and watch Rock Of Love. Sucker.
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This entry was posted on Friday, September 28th, 2007 at 2:47 pm.