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Whiplash
Last month I described Birdman – unfavorably – as a “series of carefully scripted temper tantrums meant to embody the struggle of making capital ‘A’ Art.” I wouldn’t have guessed that a short time later, another film fitting that description would knock me on my ass.
Whiplash is a trenchant examination of greatness, approaching the idea not by deconstructing a success story, but instead by observing an integral moment in the life of someone who … See more →
Birdman or (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance)
A technically adroit series of carefully scripted temper tantrums meant to embody the struggle of making capital “A” Art, Birdman pays lip service to the nuance that accompanies authenticity, but it tends to make its points as loudly as possible. This is probably about as good as overwrought showbiz navel gazing gets, and it’s still pretty off-putting.
Dallas Buyers Club
McConaughey is excellent, but the redemption story is pretty by-the-numbers, and is ultimately overpowered by a rather shrill anti-FDA polemic.
Inside Llewyn Davis
The Hunger Games: Catching Fire
The Way Way Back
Ghost
Marnie Stern
The Breeders
Jesus Christ Pose
Dead Can Dance
Safety Not Guaranteed
2012 US Air Guitar Philadelphia Regional
The Room
Andrew W.K.
The Ides of March
2011 US Air Guitar Philadelphia Regional
Low
To my Philly people: I’m not saying I hadn’t been to an R5 show in ages, but the last time I saw the sound guy, he was clean shaven.
Evan Dando
Faith No More
2009 US Air Guitar Philadelphia Regional
Mike Watt & The Missingmen
Realized tonight that Mike Watt chooses to play with guitarists who sound not like D Boon did, but how he would by now if he had survived.
Windhammer
Backstage, an hour before show time, the cramped green room buzzed and shuffled with conversation and preparation. Rhinestones and tassels adorned leather and denim, which adorned bodies aged eighteen to forty-eight, travelers hailing from as far as West Virginia. Many were veterans of the air guitar stage, and some had competed as recently as the previous night. Having failed to capture the titles in their home towns of New York, Boston, and Washington DC, they… See more →
Pharewell Photos
My last Friday as a Philadelphia resident
The Magnetic Fields
Paul Green School of Rock Festival
Cheers to Paul Green School of Rock for this fest with kids from all over the US playing rock music. Jeers for letting Skoal be a sponsor.
Just saw what is sure to have been the best Bruce Dickinson imitation ever to be perpetrated by a teenage girl.
The Hold Steady has found the ears of the lite beer crowd.
These kids are exceptionally skilled musicians, but they can’t save this Yes song from itself.… See more →
Mission of Burma
The Extraordinaires
Emperor X was so good tonight. Pretty much everyone I can think of would have enjoyed this show.
2008 US Air Guitar Philadelphia Regional
I like adjectives that are both crystal clear and totally vague. For example, you may be coming off a “good” weekend just like I am, but it’s entirely possible that the “good” elements of our respective weekends were completely different. Perhaps you were served an amazing slice of peach cobbler, or your blind date turned out to be George Clooney, or you finally disposed of some incriminating evidence that’s been haunting you for years. But… See more →
Home Is Where the Party Is
Brooklyn is not terribly far from where I live, so waking up there this morning made a clear enough impression that I would be arriving home today. But I still just couldn’t get my head around the idea of being home and staying there. Perhaps in a subconscious attempt to slow the approach, I made a few stops on the way. There was a very nice breakfast with Stan and Shawn Morrison at DuMont in… See more →
West Philadelphia Orchestra
Wondering what motivates people to spend money to talk over a band.
Apparently I’m a sucker for a cute girl with an accordion.
Stars
Stupid shrieking girls have no place at any show that would entice me to buy a ticket. DMB ain’t on the bill tonight, ladies. Please go home.
The Hold Steady
Don't ask me why, but the Art Brut vocalist reminds me of a cross between @lloydi and @adactio. Guitarists: Gareth Keenan and Bob Dylan.
The Hold Steady's Craig Finn is like an unlikely, overjoyed hybrid of @joshualane and my friend Ashley. Best fucking show I've seen all year
Imperial Teen
Jesu
Here and Now
I killed my own summer. I took on more work than I should have, and hopefully I suffered the consequences more than my clients did. The summer is drawing to a close, though, and with its end, my schedule is finally becoming kind of manageable again. Today was the first day in ages that I was able to leave the house for something that didn’t resemble work.
In the early afternoon, I took in the… See more →
Thirty Days Has September
Another busy summer has come and gone, most of the fruits of which are still not quite ripe enough to talk about. I do, however, have a few things going on this month that are worth a mention.
Screens ’N’ Spokes
Throughout the year and across the country, the National Multiple Sclerosis Society hosts the MS Bike Ride, a lengthy cycling excursion whose participants have raised a considerable amount of money to fight the organization’s… See more →
Tortoise
El-P
Andrew W.K.
Low
Murder & Mayhem
For the last few years, I’ve been getting the bulk of my world news from a number of New York Times RSS feeds. I’m sure you don’t need me to extoll the publication’s manifold virtues. However, as a Philadelphia resident, one thing the New York Times can’t give me is detailed local news. As my schedule’s density has increased, my ability to absorb the local goings-on through my usual channels (free weeklies and sheer osmosis)… See more →
Langhorne Slim
Divine Lorraine Hotel
Blind Guardian
Mose Giganticus
Philadelphia Masonic Temple