It’s Talkin’ Shit research time. See how far you can get around Philly with an 8-ball. It depends on what kind of 8-ball you have, what kind of operating system you’re running on, and whether anyone really has any answers. They don’t, but they have blogs. And only as much cred as you give…

This Shit Is Like A B+ Paper Every Time

I have this theory that DJ night names are selected not through desperate scans of record tracklists or a phrase you overheard in a coffeeshop, but in the way that hurricane names are chosen by the National Hurricane Center. You thought it was like musical chairs or the lottery, but it’s more like science than what the stork brings. Sometimes you get stuck with a name that only makes sense to the five people who can say it right. The more vague the reference, the more freedom you have to fool around with your explanations and motives. You ever cringe when you utter a party name out loud or through text? How do you think it feels for bloggers who have to update listings? Nights have died on name alone. You know it’s true.

What can we, as a concerned public, do? Adopt a local DJ night. Visit it frequently, speak its name with pride, tenderly coax it beyond the title that it has assumed until its identity has been established and it achieves legendary status.

You know what should be the I AM LEGEND of restolounge scenes? I am declaring my nomination of Vango, on the basic concept of: Sky Bar. I know I mumbled something about Cavanaugh’s way back, but if you really want to see Philadelphia for what it is, and probably only half of a hipster in the entire place, you need to drop the Sailor Moon jokes you typically make when you’re anywhere on the river, and maybe clean up a little for this one. Does Vango Turquoise Thursday with DJ Manolo not sound like a place you’d want to light up? Last Bar Standing.

DO WANT/DO NOT WANT

Magnetic Poetry Revival/The Phrase “For Like A Minute Now”

What I Really Want

Feel free to kick out a zigga zig ah. But I’ve got simple needs.

Edit this for me: Dirty.

How To Get Kicked Out Of…The M Room

You really can’t now. How the shit did you get in there?

TrendFucking

The Late Break

Even though this vid came abouts a bit ago, it illustrates the latest fad in the dating patterns of the Generation of Indifference. Here it is: You’re so beat down on whatever ’cause you all have to live for is Amazon Kindles and fake meat technology. Even sex is looking less exciting than a new board account. So you just don’t react when your girlfriend is throwing thread counts at you. You apologize woefully that you only have two hands and you wish you had some kind of hard drive or that they didn’t kill the electric car. Then you end up being late to rendezvous with your temperamental lady. It’s all because you’re an aloof and passive result of your environment. It’s also a genius way to destroy your relationship without breaking up and avoiding confrontation, and you still get to retain that effortless shield of cool. This reserves a lot of time for gaming, as we see here, something at which you can actually win.

This entry was posted on Thursday, November 29th, 2007 at 3:51 pm.