THURSDAY:
>>> I don’t know about you, but it somehow feels important that Kurt Vile (not pictured) is both opening up for Sonic Youth tonight at the Electric Factory and thereby kicking off the holiday weekend for all who come within contact of his uniquely American, free-associating space blues. It’s like America’s third eye is telling us something about how it’d like to regenerate itself, how it regards itself, what we need to do, where we need to be moving ahead. Or maybe we’ve just listened to “Freeway” so many times now that it’s become a kind of mantra. Can you blame us? In anthem-less times, we’ve found one that is a portal into the best parts of America’s secret fuck-you psyche, the one that got us here, Fourth of July Weekend, 2009:

Because enough is too much. Can you blame us? Can you blame us?
>>> Meanwhile, The Dirty Boogie is back, over at 700, and this the drill: Cold gin. Saucy saxamaphones. Hard knocks. Durty socks.
>>> Speaking of boogies that are dirty: And The Moneynotes update the formula, but only just a little bit, at Johnny Brenda’s; Can’t Stop Won’t Stop with Strawberry Mansion at The Top Hat seems like the only sensible place to be in Old City tonight; and Casiotone For The Painfully Alone are your warm-weather cardigan at the First Unitarian Church Sanctuary.

FRIDAY:
>>> Strap on your orange Josh Wink goggles, get into your Scion, and make sure you’ve stocked up on energy bars: PEX Fest is down yonder way.
>>> Stuck in Philly like the rest of us? OK, good, now we can get down to business: Bob & Barbara’s/Tritone Third Annual BBQ starts at 1PM tomorrow, and you’ll probably be drunk even before that. We’ll say it for a second time today: America. Fuck yeah.
>>> Elsewhere: Sex Dwarf celebrates America the only way it knows how (with Soft Cell 12-inches) at Fluid; Jay Yo & DJ Dirty with Heidi (Berlin) dance on electro’s dirty grave at Silk City; and you can kick it all off by expanding your knowledge of Pennsylvania Dutch signography (not a real word) with Hex Yes at Art In The Age.

SATURDAY:
>>> My Philebrity Sync Stage tis-of-thee, rocking the motherfucking fuck out of Northern Liberties, of thee I sing: Black Landlord, TuPhace, The Tough Shits, The Capitol Years, BC Camplight, The Photon Band and Pink Skull. It’s free! For you and me! Like a purple mountain’s majesty. Of thee I sing.
>>> Then, The Roots and Fireworks and some skinny MILF lady up at the Art Museum. You brave soul, you. For it is you who are the heroes.
>>> However, if, after whatever you do in the day, you find yourself walled into your neighborhood by traffic, drunkards, and police, pick one: Intensified/Ten Commandments at The Barbary or Everything Goes at Vesuvio. Meanwhile, Jay Reatard is at JB’s, destroying his dressing room and channelling Andrew W.K. Happy birthday, America!

SUNDAY:
>>> Don’t worry if you were planning on going to the Neverland Ranch on Sunday for Jacko’s Memorial, only to find that the Jacksons have nixed it: The Sundae party will be saluting MJ at the Piazza, which is really the next best thing, when you think about it.
>>> If anyone has a generator they’re not using, get at me: I wanna dub it up in Penn Treaty Park. But that’s just me.

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This entry was posted on Thursday, July 2nd, 2009 at 5:04 pm.