October 21, 2014
CBS reports that Governor Tom Corbett will be in Philadelphia today to sign the bill that will allow victims of crimes to file a complaint against the criminal or criminals responsible in the event that they seek or are offered the opportunity to speak publicly. According to CBS, “Civil rights groups call the measure vague, overbroad and a violation of constitutionally protected free speech,” which is essentially correct, given “civil rights groups” here can be considered interchangeable with “people possessed of sense and decency” and “vague” with “not substantive enough for a high school social studies paper, let alone the law.” This PhillyNow article makes the useful point that, with an election coming up, Corbett probably wants to limit his detractors’ abilities to be publicly vocal as much as possible. Maybe they’re right. Or maybe Corbett’s so sure he’s going to lose he’s seizing his last chance at a belligerent far-right flameout.
October 20, 2014
Sad but true. This pic got us going yesterday:
And while we knew that The Clash indeed had played Philly a few times — we would have loved to have been at this gig — we’d somehow forgotten that the pic in question puts them on a date opening for The Who at JFK — Sat, 25 September 1982, to be exact. Old heads will clock the location here being by the gates the long-gone JFK Stadium, and serious Clash fans will recognize this particular image — convertible and boom box — from the footage that’s in the “This Is Radio Clash” (though the look is the same, the footage in that clip is from the BQE, WHY DO I KNOW ALL OF THIS). In any case, how was the gig?
Um, not that great. One fan, David from Malvern, remembered it this way:
The Clash was treated abominably. The crowd started booing immediately after they were introduced. All manner of debris was thrown at the stage. I remember Joe Strummer was hit right between the eyes with an apple. Mick Jones was hit by a soda bottle while in mid-leap. He picked it up and drank from it.
A civic shame though it may be — sometimes I feel this place creep up inside of me in a way that makes me feel there’s not a damned thing in this world that’s decent — you have to hand it to the guy: Strummer 1, Philly 0.
Come to think of it, I’m completely comfortable with that.
Funny, they don’t look like murderers, oh wait, no, they totally do:
Triple Double hits the Figment Theater on Friday night.
There are few better ways to get down to a comic’s level than by drinking in a basement. Downstairs from the streets, Medusa Lounge is host to “We Do!,” Tuesday night’s home for underground stand-up and citywide specials. Musical guest Nathan Kalish and the Lastcallers will open this week’s open mic, which is the only show in town to feature a first half and an “intimate half.” Get close. Tuesday, 9:30PM. No cover.
Where will you be the night of the 24th!? An interview with an audience member will fuel an hour of improv comedy from Figment Theater‘s original resident ensemble, Triple Double, this Friday at Figment Theater. According to recent allegations, Triple Double is a “murderer’s row” of improvisers featuring Dan Corkery, Frank Farrell, Brian Rumble, Max Sittenfield, Caitlin Weigel, and Corin Wells. Friday, 9:30PM. $5. Figment Theater, 1219 Vine St, Studio C.
Body parts of all kinds will be convening at The Mütter Museum Sunday, as Hillary Rea’s storytelling series “Tell Me a Story” takes on the theme of — what else? — “Guts.” The featured storytellers will be Nikki Black, Jaime Fountaine, Beth Lander, Steve Lippe, Zeeshan Nayeemuddin, Katie Samson, and Michael Yudell. See and hear what’s inside of people. Sunday, 3pm. Tickets available online.
– Alejandro Morales
Alejandro Morales is one of the six rotating hosts of the award-winning (and later, award-losing) Laughs on Fairmount open mic, every Monday at 8pm at Urban Saloon. See his webseries at thedatesshow.com and follow him on twitter @AlleyHandRow.
[Photo: Erin Pitt]
Dronestagram is a site that aggregates drone-generated video footage of cities and places all over the world, and this clip of Philly by videographer David Mielcarek just popped up over there. Philly’s lookin’ pretty good in this one, but damn, that Skrillex soundtrack is shite.
Previously: The Drone Video Of The Divine Lorraine Hotel Is Like An Episode of BoardWalk Empire Set In The Future
“I was patient zero,” she said, “the first person to have their reputation completely destroyed via the internet.” Daily News reporter Stephanie Farr is live-tweeting the event right now. In other news regarding Forbes Under 30 causing tears in Philly, there’s this whole mess at the Piazza. Then again, is the Piazza actually technically in Philly anymore?
… PhillyNORML activist and US Marine Corps combat veteran Mike Whiter, who received the City’s first citation for marijuana possession under the new laws this morning at 8:00AM. According to a press release just issued by PhillyNORML, “Whiter negotiated with PPD Chief Inspector Joe Sullivan and Civil Affairs department head Captain Stephen Glenn to engage in the peaceful action. Whiter, an underground medical cannabis patient, walked into the outdoor rotunda at City Hall then lit a marijuana joint. He was issued a $100 ticket for public cannabis smoking.”
Weird Monday, man. Full press release after the jump. (more…)
We were going to call it “Relaxed Punishment For Marijuana Possession Monday,” because that is more accurate, but it just didn’t have the same ring to it. In any case, yes, effective today, if you get caught by the Philly po-po with up to 30 grams, or one ounce, of marijuana, you’re looking at a $25 fine. Or at least, that’s what supposed to happen, this is Philly, who knows, you might get choked out, you might get free Eagles tickets. This is the law, but life in this town remains a crap shoot, so let’s not lose our heads here, alright? Even so, we are anxiously awaiting to see who becomes locally famous in the next 24 hours for being the first person in Philly to get a weed ticket. Is Biden in town today?
Oh, but it is. And in this same Pittsburgh Post-Gazette piece, we also glimpse the Walter Mitty-esque fantasy life of the embattled candidate:
“[It..] gets renewed every day for me, renewed in seeing the people, traveling the state, going into a convenience store or a fast food store, getting coffee here and there, people coming up and saying, ‘Governor, keep doing what you’re doing.’ ”
Now yes, we are partisan as fuck on this one and all, but even so, just at a basic human level, the only scenario in which we can imagine any Pennsylvanian saying “Governor, keep doing what you’re doing” would be if, like, he put an old, nasty creamer into his coffee and he was stirring it, trying to get those clumpy white bits to go away.
Speaking of trying to get clumpy white bits to go away, here is some more Corbett Monday morning guidance:
· Just now on Radio Times With Marty Moss-Coane, after talking with Democratic gubernatorial frontrunner Tom Wolf, Moss-Coane then spoke with GOP Lt. Governor Jim Cawley. Her first line of questioning detailed a months-long effort to get Corbett to make an appearance on the show, only to be rebuffed over and again, even when — last week in fact — Corbett was actually in the WHYY building. Cawley’s answer — “he’s just too darned busy!” — was awkward.
· Meanwhile, false media: He do need it, do he? It would seem so, as Corbett is sticking by some ad campaigns which do not pass the FactCheck.org sniff test.
· Nevertheless, a new poll has Corbett trailing Wolf by just seven points, which in addition to scaring you enough to actually vote, should also serve as a reminder of how we all wound up here to begin with: Who needs facts when you’ve got Wingett?
You may not know or not remember that the Daily News actually publishes a paper on Saturdays (ICYMI, the Inquirer publishes a paper on Sundays, but there’s really nothing to see there). Well, they do, and on Saturday, they struck headline/Photoshop/podunk-PA-politics gold with the above “Porn Maze” bonanza. And even if this story about Judge Seamus McCaffery was not worth the price of admission alone, the whole thing still would have been gold, gold, gold. In fact, the Native Americans would have called it… (a-)maize.
October 17, 2014
>>> Happy Fall Weekend! You look like you wanna like GET INTO IT, and by “GET INTO IT,” I mean “gorge your brain on some of the wildest, headiest music Philadelphia and its people have to offer and, given our history, yo, that is SAYING SOMETHING.” Allow us to direct you to Steve Gunn/Mary Lattimore &Jeff Zeigler Duo/Spacin’ at PhilaMOCA. We’ve spoken of expat Gunn here before (as well as hosted him at AKA Music) but the guy is coming into his own in a major way with the new Way Out Weather LP, for which tonight’s show is the record release party. It’s not every day that an album full of druggy-ass, crazy American Primitive guitar music enters the Billboard Heatseekers Chart, but, um, that is exactly what just happened for Gunn. What does it mean? What can it mean? It can mean that, pierce the soup skin of this wicked nation, and you will notice that, once again, America is ready to hear what you have to say, Philadelphia. At this point, even those Chuckies and Brides Of Chuckies in the suburbs know: You cannot gaybash the cosmic truth. It is physically impossible.
>>> As noted, the Philadelphia Film Festival is underway. Likewise, John Hodgman at Underground Arts will be a goddamned hoot.
>>> Elsewhere: The 4th Annual Chestnut Hill Harry Potter Festival is a thing that is happening and is not made up; and that Philly DJ Mural Block Party at 13th & Chestnut starts at 6pm, so take off your flats and put on your Reeboks now, Center City office workers!
>>> Ooh it’s gonna be a good day for it, love: Octoberfest at Dilworth Park with Norwegian Arms, Drgn King, Dave P..
>>> And celebrating 40 years of smirking at people who think sculpture is all about that scene in Ghost, The Clay Studio Mudball at World Cafe Live rages hard with Broadzilla DJs and so much more. Just click the link, you’re gonna like the way you look, I guarantee it.
>>> Elsewhere: Rock Tits at The Dolphin; Drive-By Truckers/St. Paul and the Broken Bones at Electric Factory.
>>> Wiz Khalifa and Afrojack play this Forbes Under 30 concert at the Piazza which, to be honest, we do not quite understand. But it’s Wiz so, you know, ask questions later.
>>> And round it all out afterwards with Juston Stens & The Get Real Gang with Zeus at Ortlieb’s.
It’s a question worth asking: Where have the great art-y, moody, kind of trippy, semi-smutty films that European countries seemed to export daily in the ’60s and ’70s gone? Is there a modern equivalent? If there is, Peter Strickland‘s The Duke of Burgundy belongs in that column, and is a direct homage to that era in tone, period and apparently (see above), pervy subject matter. Sat, Oct 18, 9:30PM, and Sun, Oct 26, 7:20PM, both at Ritz East.
Love at First Fight, you had me at “French rom-com involving Doomsday preppers in the woods.”Sun, Oct 19, 7:00 PM, and Wed, Oct 22, 5:00 PM, both at Ritz East.
WILD CANARIES Clip – SXSW 2014 from Sophia Takal on Vimeo.
You’re bound to recognize a few faces in Wild Canaries: Lawrence Michael Levine directs and stars in what could be a new genre: The Bored To Death-esque modern-day Brooklyn caper film. It won’t win any awards for originality, but it will go great with that sweater. Sat, Oct 18, 4:20 PM at Ritz Bourse; Thu, Oct 23, 6:00 PM at PFS Roxy Theater.
The 23rd Philadelphia Film Festival is underway through October 26th. Check Philebrity daily for more picks and special screening offers.
NOTE: The 2014 Philadelphia Film Festival is currently underway; we’ll have picks for that in a separate post.
RECOMMENDED: Bill Murray is an inspiration to some and an annoyance to others [Ed. -- Who? Who are they? What are their names?], but no matter how you feel about him, there is no denying that he is an American original. You can put him in almost any movie with almost any premise (as evidenced by early novelties like Stripes and Caddyshack as well as more seriously undertaken explorations of character like Where the Buffalo Roam and Broken Flowers — and maybe also Space Jam) and create, if not art, then at least what critics will call, for lack of any more specific word, “screen presence.” St. Vincent is no exception, and Jaeden Lieberher, Murray’s preteen costar, is the same kind of actor. When the two are onscreen together, every line is delivered the same way, and every line is delivered right. The movie is not more creatively or powerfully written or shot than the average major motion picture, but it does offer viewers what they have been going to movies to see for as long as there have been movies: Interesting conversations between people who are interesting to watch. As it turns out, that’s more than enough.
ALSO NEW IN THEATERS THIS WEEK: The Book of Life, a new animated feature from a pretty unlikely source: Producer Guillermo del Toro and director Jorge Gutierrez, who tell a traditional traditional tale in a hackneyed medium (the usual present-day loud, wise-cracky kids’ film), and somehow make it fresh; The Best of Me, another emo adaptation from the works of Nicholas Sparks, the Taylor Swift of Men Who Write Books; and Fury, which would seem to give weight to the growing body evidence that suggests that Brad Pitt forgot that he nailed the whole “rugged military dude” thing in Inglorious Basterds and didn’t really need to do it again.
For more recommendations on films currently in theaters, visit Philebrity’s Film Sweat archive. And click here for movie times. Need repertory film? Try Cinedelphia.
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Longtime readers of the site will know that each October now, our whole worlds go rather enjoyably haywire as we collaborate with other folks on that venerable literary beast, the 215 Festival. Started at the dawn of man, the 215 Fest is a books-and-authors fest like no other: Each year now, we park it in a different part of town, have readings and book talks and social things in bars, bookstores and public squares, and it is some of the deepest, cleanest, brainiest fun you can have in this old town. The 215 Fest is adorably scrappy, has been since its inception, and it’s unique among literary fests in that it’s not anchored to an institution. Rather, it is anchored to the human spirit and in particular the human spirit of the Philadelphian who loves reading and writing. Next week, the 215 Festival will touch down in the Headhouse Square/South Street area, and we’ll have more (much more!) to say about why that is on Monday. But please take a gander at the events (there’s still a few more being added in the coming hours), follow the 215 Fest on Twitter, and plan to join us to see a wide array of Philly writers (and some visitors) doing what they do best. You won’t regret it.
And if you don’t believe us, hell, believe note 215 Fest alumnus/Hizzoner Judge John Hodgman:
See you next week!
Well, it’s happened: The first station in the country has done the annual “Christmas flip” to all holiday music, and now, it’s merely a waiting game until others around the country follow suit. In this case, it’s residents of the Shore who can tune into Soft AC “Easy 93.1” WEZW of Wildwood Crest, NJ right now and hear your Carpenters and your Johnny Mathis and your Grandmas getting run over by reindeer. This is not the first time WEZW has been the first in the nation to jump the gun, which now gives the station the status of that kid who wakes up on Christmas morning at 3:00 AM only to have to his parents (in this case, THE WORLD) telling him to go back to bed.
Here in Philly, all of this begs the question: When will MoreFM (Formerly B101), Philly’s number one dentist office/convenience store music provider, do its big annual switch? We actually called the station to find out. (And they say that hyperlocal journalism will never survive. HA!) A representative from the station told us, with a sort of pride, that the station never announces ahead of time when the switch will be. One day you’ll just turn it on, and Santa will have commandeered the DJ booth a la Airheads. Even so, apparently the station will begin surveying listeners next on when the switch should be. Over on their Facebook page, listeners are already clamoring for it.
Under the nom du rock The Ghost In You, local boy Billy Polard makes dreamy Sofia Coppola-esque guitar pop. “Ten Thirty One” is his brand new clip and homage to this time of year, and if it doesn’t get you into the skulls ‘n’ latte spirit of the season, man, nothing will.
By now, you probably know all about Tom Corbett’s Photoshopped friends. (Some of his best ones are black!) But do you know where they came from? It turns out that they came from the only place they could, the curious world of stock photography. And though we’ve yet to hear from the African-American model who was overlaid into a Tom Corbett dystopia wholly different from the one the rest of us currently live in, something tells us we will. See, as we have noted before, for the model, stock photography is very double-edged sword: It’s work when you need it, but who knows what it will ever be used for, and where and in what context it will appear.
In the case of the present Corbett dust-up — which seems to grow ever more Tom Wolfe-ian daily — the model in question came from this set of photos on Shutterstock. Its copyright sources to a company called (rather unfortunately) “Monkey Business Images.” There’s nothing we can say about that the letters O, O and F do not already cover when put in sequence: Oof.
Previously: Dept. Of Even A Stopped Clock Is Right Twice A Day: Inky Accidentally Chooses Philly Face For Billboard
Sounds wild, but that is exactly what is happening: In December, the websites you don’t read for the papers you don’t read (because someone made them so you can’t read them), those of the Philadelphia Inquirer and Daily News, will evaporate, and there will only be one cyclops-like Philly.com to serve all (badly). And though the failure of the Inky and DN’s paywall efforts were predicted by… everyone, really, the wholesale shuttering of both sites does come as a surprise, as well as an omen of sorts.
Meanwhile, the proposed sale of Finnegan’s Wake is now off the table, with its present owner considering a soft re-opening, making it one more political/douchebar cockroach in a city full of them. And if we’re gonna go heavy meta, Philebrity quietly turned 10 years old earlier this month. “It wasn’t supposed to be this way!,” cried… again, everyone.
Don’t worry, we’re still gonna throw a party.
As news breaks that Obama has chosen an “Ebola czar” (with sexy connects to the Biden party squad, hollllerrrr), you may rightly be wondering who’s minding the Ebola store in Philly. Sure, we hosted some groundbreaking (and probably totally gnarly) discussions on the subject among America’s top infectious disease experts earlier this month, but those experts are now long gone. (Did anyone here in Philly go to these talks? Anyone?)
Well, rest easy: Dr. James Buehler, the city’s new health commissioner, gave the region an “A to A+” when it comes to the city’s level of Ebola readiness. (Granted, this was before City Council, so who knows, but still. But still!) According to NBC, the buck will stop with Buehler, and this is a big proving ground in terms of his new post. But with the likelihood of Ebola coming to CHOP at some point, something tells us it might be wise to keep the “SARS mask” Emoji handy.
October 16, 2014
>>> Time is always a sure bet for quality background music, but once in a while, they actually treat their customers to some real live jazz. Tonight is sure to be one of those times at Time with credit due entirely to Chelsea Reed and the Fair Weather Five, who are one of the few revivalist jazz acts we know of that actually play the stuff. With smoky vocals, driving swing feels and bop vocabulary fresh from the woodshed, these guys have it all. The group are throwing the release party for the above record tonight at 8, but try to get there early. That place fills up when it gets loud.
>>> Elsewhere: Guitar Army at The Barbary Upstairs, a Folkadelphia showcase featuring Joan Shelley, Vio/Miré, and Jonathan Glen Wood at the Random Tea Room, Red Baraat with the West Philadelphia Orchestra at Underground Arts, and, whether you won free tickets or not, Julian Casablancas and The Voidz at Electric Factory.
For the next week and a half, the Philadelphia Film Festival will be premiering and screening some of the most talked about movies of the season all over the city, including Bill Murray’s new dramedy St. Vincent, about which we’ll have some good stuff for you in the coming days. We’ll also be posting an update tomorrow that’ll help you get the best out of this year’s schedule. Keep checking back for more coverage of the events!