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NOW PLAYING: At The Philadelphia Museum Of Art

Monday, January 8th, 2007


A few moments later, the doors opened, and visitors began to pour in – a woman with a cane, a woman in a wheelchair, a man with a cane, a young man with an earring, a mother with toddler – all focused intently on the huge painting. This was the moment, the culmination of an intense campaign to raise a record amount of money to keep this iconic painting in the city. There were so many people crowding in and pointing and looking that the gallery and the crowded hall outside were enveloped with a blockbuster aura. Hundreds streamed by The Gross Clinic in the first hour or so. But this was no vast exhibition of golden Egyptian artifacts or colorful Monet gardenscapes. This was one big, dark canvas – with some supporting paintings arrayed elsewhere in the gallery – depicting a bloodied, thoughtful doctor demonstrating a difficult surgical procedure to a group of attentive and, in some cases, sleepy students.

It is considered Eakins’ greatest work, and many consider it the greatest American painting of the 19th century.

INQUIRER: Housed In A Museum, It Really Is A Screa-Um

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THIS IS ONLY A TEST: Thank You For Not Eating

Friday, January 5th, 2007

As reported on WHYY, The Locust Bar is planning to decrease the number of items on the food menu to locustbarsmoker.jpgqualify for the smoking ban exemption. If we actually did some reporting, we would surely find many other bars doing the same. But that’s not gonna happen, so let’s just say they are. And from the look of things, a great many of you get your nourishment in bars. So it would only follow that a famine of epic proportions may well descend upon our fair city, leaving us all walking around naked, pregnant-looking and with flies on our faces. IF WE DON’T OVERTURN THE SMOKING BAN. OK, OK so that’s a little over the top, but even you naysayers have to agree that this chick looks pretty effin’ cool with that cigarette.

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EARLY WORD: Beretta Was A GOOD Cop!

Wednesday, January 3rd, 2007


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Tuesday, January 2nd, 2007

BY SARA SHERR The Tower Records at Broad and Chestnut was scheduled to close on Friday, Dec. 22. Instead, the doors shut late Wednesday night after an independent Virginia record retailer bought up the last of the remaining stock, which really wasn’t much by then. Two similar mass purchases had occurred earlier in the week, one from a New Jersey record store owner who bought up a bunch of major label stuff (which means a lot of Daniel Powter and Ashley Parker Angel, and returns for credit! Smart cookie!) The other was an unknown company which volunteered to take the bulk of our Bayside stock off of our hands. We boxed it up and sent it off to a warehouse at an undisclosed location in Illinois. Thank you, mystery craptower_leaning.jpg collectors! If you can sell this stuff to anyone, you deserve the Nobel Peace Prize, or whatever it is they give out to Purveyors of Poop. Tower certainly could have used your advice.

Bayside was Tower’s in-house distributor in Sacramento for unlucky indie labels whose stuff we didn’t already get from places like ADA, Caroline, Koch, RED, or any of the other reputable distributors who were not the three majors. I say “unlucky” because somewhere around the first bankruptcy in 2004, Tower laid off its many intelligent local reps like Dave Queppett, who knew his imprisoned West Coast rappers as well as his bluegrass pickers. After that, I would say it was run by monkeys from the San Diego Zoo, but that’s an insult to monkeys everywhere. Bayside never ever sent us what we needed when we needed it, like say, the WDAS collections. They would just continually send back our returns, like say, the Best of Vanilla Ice. A month later, they’d turn up on our list of returns; we’d send them back, rinse and repeat. After Great American bought us, they visited the Bayside warehouse, and I imagine it was kind of like a parent opening up a closet of a teenager’s allegedly clean bedroom and having the previous contents of the floor tumble out. “Uh, what’s this?” “I dunno. Stuff?”

So about a month into the going-out-of-business sale, we were flooded with West Coast rap that was so gangsta that in some cases it didn’t come in proper jewel cases, George Strait Christmas albums, the entire Dada catalog, the En Vogue album that has the manicurists and hairstylists filling in for the original members, and shit that no one has ever head of. (more…)

Cover Wars: Whose Artfag Kung-Fu Is Stronger?

Thursday, December 28th, 2006

Last week CP struck a decisive blow against the tyranny of PW’s seemingly unbreakable Cover Wars winning streak. But this week the Empire has struck back. Hard. So jump down, turn around and pick a bail of cotton, City Paper, because PW is the master now. What’s that you say? ‘Only a master of evil, Darth’? Perhaps, Rabbit. Perhaps. Still, all this is good news for people who STILL read alt-weeklies. Hands down the most singularly disturbing alt-weekly cover of the year, PW’s music issue rocks the dumbly-named Man, Man on the cover, dubbing them Band Of The Year and giving us an unsolicited glimpse of how dentists see the world: a Diane Arbus-ian funhouse of slack-jawed mongoloidal beardos with obscenely gaping cake-holes. Hats off to music editor Brian McManus for piecing together PW’s best music issue in, like, ever. And it does our heart good to see that hirsute, bath-averse young men are still wowing the kids with trout mask replicas of Beefheartian sea chanteys. Kudos, too, for the art direction. Loved the Devo and Mothers of Invention homages. CP has a good thing going with its annual What Happened Next follow-ups on the year’s cover stories, but thumbnail covers handsomely arranged Scrabble-like against a black backdrop just don’t compare with the Ewwww-inducing power of PW’s freakozoic dental porn. The horror, the horror.
Winner: PW

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Stop The Presses: HANDICAPPING THE HANDICAPPED or So Fucked I Can’t Believe It

Thursday, November 30th, 2006

IF THEY SETTLE: The ownership will have expended all goodwill and local-boys-make-good political capital earned from buying the Inky/DN out of Knight-Ridder indentured servitude and now leads a dispirited and mutinous newsroom aboard a creaking wooden ship into the darkening seas of print journalism’s final voyage, hoping againststrike.jpg hope that the scout team sent to Online Island returns with news of a place to dock, potable water and low-hanging fruit that can sustain the captain and crew into the sunset of senescence.

IF THEY STRIKE: Guild puts out online paper and really gets the hang of this Web content thing and FINALLY figures out that there’s more to it than just printing your newspaper on the Internet. Or maybe not. The logo they’ve chosen looks like a brochure for a Rittenhouse dentist. Message to Guild: Go Wild! Think like a coed at Mardi Gras. And you will get all the beads you need. Meanwhile, back at the scab paper, things turn into the Metro pretty quick as readers fall away like leaves on a once mighty oak, joining the strange new flora and fauna of blogs and other online whatnot growing out of other once-mighty oaks now moldering on the media forest floor. Once the strike ends, Philly Media Holdings realizes just how short their legs have grown, and how tall every other player in town has grown in process. The Daily News keeps on keepin’ on and the Inquirer becomes like that tree in the woods that nobody realizes is long-dead until the day somebody leans up against it and it falls over.


Thursday, November 30th, 2006


(CBS 3) PHILADELPHIA Philadelphia Philanthropist Joseph Mammana was arrested at his Bucks Countyjoe2.jpgjoe2.jpg

An F.B.I. arrest affidavit released Thursday states businessman Joseph Mammana, owner of Yardley Farms LLC, was arrested for a firearms violations.

The affidavit states, “…Mammana knowingly possessed in and affecting interstate and foreign commerce a firearm after previously having been convicted of a crime punishable by more than one year in prison… .”

Authorities said the F.B.I. searched Mammana’s home in the 600 block of Sedgley Avenue in Yardley, Wednesday, in connection to an I.R.S. investigation, seeking tax and business records.

During the search agents discovered a loaded handgun in a master-bedroom nightstand.


Mammana is well known throughout the Delaware Valley for making generous donations to the Citizen’s Crime Commission, providing reward money to help solve high profile criminal cases.

KYW: Joey’s Got A Gun

MICHELLE SAYS SO: Joe Mama Mammama Speaks Out

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THE NEW PANIC: Bicyclin’ BUTT Grabber Passes Torch To Pistol-Packin’ Toe SUCKer In Pageant of Fear

Thursday, November 30th, 2006

Authorities say attacker has a foot fetish

The Center City groper – who authorities now say has a foot fetish – yesterday sent police chasing aftertoesucker.jpg fresh leads and women shopping for pepper spray.

The man, armed with a black handgun, has robbed and groped five women, age 21 to 55, mostly in the early-morning hours in and near Center City since Nov. 18. In some cases, he has ordered them to remove their shoes so he could touch their toes, authorities said.

INQUIRER: No Word Yet From The Mayor About A Shoe Ban

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GUNCRAZY: Murder, Mayhem And The True Blue American Values Of Transgressive Marketing

Friday, November 24th, 2006

Five shootings in city just since Tuesday

Police so far have no suspects in any of them


The wave of gun violence in the city continued this week with the shootings of five more people – all wounded since Tuesday.

The first crime scene unfolded shortly before 11 p.m. Tuesday on Larchwood Avenue near 59thgunuo.jpg Street in West Philadelphia. That’s where cops said they found a 19-year-old man who had been shot once in the right ankle.
Less than an hour later, detectives were trying to determine why a 25-year-old man was shot twice in the head on Estaugh Street near 23rd in Tioga.
At 12:08 a.m. Wednesday, cops were called to Girard Avenue near 41st Street, where they found an unidentified man, 24, who had been shot once in the buttocks.
Shortly after 10 a.m. Wednesday, police were called to the corner of Sanger Street and Summerdale Avenue in Summerdale, where they found 17-year-old Eric Hayes lying on the street with multiple gunshot wounds to the head.
Finally, around 6 p.m. Wednesday, 62-year-old Frank Robinson was shot in the buttocks on Fairmount Avenue near 42nd Street in Powelton.
Police have no motive or suspects in any of the incidents.

DAILY NEWS: What’s With All The Butt Shootings?
DAILY NEWS: Call For Urban Outfitters Boycott Is Like Shooting The Messenger

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Cover Wars: Whose Artfag Kung-Fu Is Stronger?

Friday, November 24th, 2006


This week it’s kind of a no-brainer and besides after last week’s Moby Dick-sized Cover Warz tell-all we’re gonna keep this one short but sweet — for the winner that is. The loser, of course, will spend a week munching the cold and bitter turkey sandwich of shame, doubt and self-recrimination. But please, don’t take it too hard. Remember, this is only a game. And so, onto the commentary: CP laid this bizarre egg of a cover image that looks, best we can tell, like a bird-on-man gang rape to illustrate their WHY PHILLY ACTUALLY SUX self-haterade. Remember City Paper, when all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail. Frankly, yer bummin’ us out. As ICE WEASEL sez in the comments section:

Nice self-referential wank. Seriously, does anyone other than you and your close circle of friends get all this? I realize it’s cool to riff about things you hate. Hey, I’m as big a fan of getting in touch with your negative side as much as anyone. Some might say it’s my life calling but this mastabatory collection of trivialities makes you seem, well, trivial. Dare I say shallow? I dare. If this is the best you can do, next time, there’s a thing called an editor, look into it. I hear they help. They’ve done wonders for me. -everyone writing at someplace better than the citypaper

Owie. As for PW, well, we’ve always had a soft spot for cartoonish nostalgia, which is a good way of describing Cassidy Hartmann‘s call for a return to the days when there were lush movie palaces on every corner, there was no war, or corruption or ORDER IN ENGLISH, AMIGO signs outside cheesesteak shacks and instead of shooting each other, we all went to the lobby — all of us, together — and got ourselves a treat.
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LAST CALL: Crowd Pleaser Nate Wiley Dead At 82, End Of ‘Longest Job Goin’

Tuesday, November 21st, 2006

natewiley.jpgNate Wiley and the Crowd Pleasers
Bob and Barbara’s, 1509 South St.
Last call.
This is the house that Pabst Blue Ribbon built. The walls are covered floor to ceiling with Pabst memorabilia spanning several decades–from the corny Caucasoid ’50s when Danny Kaye shilled for the brew, to the blaxsploitation ’70s when he was replaced with a Foxy Brown lookalike. The one constant in all those ads over the years is this catchphrase: “Now at Popular Prices.” That’s the asking price for Nate Wiley and the Crowd Pleasers, which has been cranking out no-cover-charge soul-powered organ jazz at Bob and Barbara’s for the last 24 years. Now 80 years young, Wiley first started playing sax back in 1948, when he returned from European theater laundry detail in World War II. Back in Philly, he earned a living as a steel worker, but he made his fun blowing horn–mostly in hole-in-the-walls, often scoring the bump-and-grind for exotic dancers. Turning 80 was no big thing, says Wiley, except for just one difference: “I ain’t a sex man no more,” he says, before picking up his horn and launching into “Smoke Gets in Your Eyes.” Wiley takes it nice and easy these days, a couple songs and then a break, maybe a cat nap on an amp. He’s a lifer. “This is the longest job goin’,” he says. How much longer does he see himself doing this? “Until it’s over.”

PW: When The Music’s Over, Turn Out The Lights

[Photo by JEFF FUSCO]

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