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LIVE: Jon Stewart Makes A ‘Stand’ At The Tower
BY AMY Z. QUINN Somewhere, Kevin Spacey is smiling. And I need to do someone a big favor — stat. See, while Team Phawker waited in the will-call line at the Tower Theater to pick up our tickets for the Jon Stewart show Friday night, a friendly couple approached — desperate to give away an extra pair of tix. A quick glance at the freebies showed they were probably pretty good, so we took them with the couple’s admonishment to “Pay it forward.” As it turned out, the seats were front row — several rows closer, even, than where the […]
THE EARLY WORD: There Ain’t No Cover In Heaven
RELATED: The Rick D. Memorial Project
Nico: Femme Fatale
With Lou Reed and John Cale, Paris, 1972
POP IN TAPE: Stop Snitchin’ Is A Slogan, Not A Solution
BY MICHAEL FICHMAN Last Sunday, when Cam’ron appeared on “60 Minutes” (videos here) and tried to explain how his credibility as an artist was subject to his obedience to the Code of the Streets, he neglected to acknowledge the consequences of an imperfect code. Furthermore, he didn’t rhyme the same word over and over again, nor did he suggest that he and Anderson Cooper should tip Cristal and run trains until Gawker or Bossip find out. But I digress. The “Stop Snitchin” credo is rooted in the distrust borne of centuries of systemic racism — much of it at the hands […]
All Of This Happened While You Were Sleeping
SPACE LORD MOTHER: Acid Mothers Temple, First Unitarian, Last Night [Photo by ERICA CORBO]
SOLOMON BURKE: Cry To Me
The viddy’s a little, well, YouTubish, but THIS SONG — ladies and gentlemen, brothers and sisters, all the lawyers in glass towers, all the homies in the ‘hood (we know you’re readin’ this, don’t front) and all the ships at sea: Please rise and set your computer speakers to LOUD-ASS for King Solomon!
THE SECRET HISTORY OF AMERICAN BANDSTAND: The Fall Of Bob Horn And The Rise Of Dick — Drunk Driving, Statutory Rape, Geator The Bagman, And Mrs. Annenberg Is NOT Amused
Let us just say up front, we have no idea where the truth lies in all of this and merely offer this up for your consideration. In the last 10 years, a very different story about the rise of Bandstand has emerged that runs counter to the soft-focus squeaky-clean nostalgia we’ve all come to know and accept about the beginnings of the Philly-based Mecca of Sock-Hopdom. (The time-hook on this is a glowing notice in the Inquirer about Leonore Annenberg — widow of Walter Annenberg and noted philanthropist and a major 215 civic supporter in her own right — being […]
TURTLES: So Happy Together
Geez Louise, Phawker was one big bummer after another today, huh? Burning monks, dead journalists, fucked city finances, murder and mayhem, sound sucked at Spoon. But remember folks, we don’t make news, we just make fun of it. We scare because we care.
EARLY WORD: No Rain In Spain Tonight
D.J.’s Silvia & Jay spin international vinyl rarities — ’60s soul, beat and mod sides all cut en Espana — at MADE IN SPAIN TONITE 9:00 pm until late TRITONE 1508 South Street, Philadelphia (215) 545-0475 Admission: FREE
BRIAN ENO & DAVID BYRNE: Mea Culpa
From My Life In The Bush Of Ghosts, 1981.