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BEING THERE: Bully @ Boot & Saddle

Thursday, October 1st, 2015


Photo by TOM BECK

If you ask me, it wasn’t until the turn of the century when Nashville really started earning it’s stripes as the country’s “Music City.” It really wasn’t until 2000 when the city started pumping out great bands that weren’t country artists. Since that time, Kings of Leon, The Dead Weather, Kopecky, Diarrhea Planet, and a slew of other bands added to the diversity of the Nashville scene, which, up until that point, was mostly just a country scene. Both Jack White and The Black Keys left their respective hometowns of Detroit and Akron, Ohio to move there (perhaps proving to be too much for one city to handle at times). But the latest addition to the barrel? Bully, the brainchild of Alicia Bognanno, one smart cookie who had a not-so-punk-rock education, taking the college route after high school and earning herself a Bachelor of Science in Audio Engineering. While taking classes at a Tennessee university, Bognanno learned how to play guitar and piano. She then used those newfound musicianship and audio engineering skills to make a kick-ass punk rock album. Bognanno took these skills to the Boot & Saddle last night, performing a slew of songs from the band’s only album to date, Feels Like. She graced the stage wearing an oversized hoodie, jeans and frazzled punk rock hair, which hid her face as she sung the band’s opening track, “I remember,” and for most of the rest of the night. Let’s cut to the chase — The best part of the night was that the band was tight as fuck, making the shitty acoustics of the Boot and Saddle sound almost decent. The band’s best song, “Trying,” got the loudest applause of the roughly 45-minute set, and earned the award for ‘song with the most cell phone cameras out at one time.’ The worst part of the show? The crowd’s lack of energy, which made the show feel more like a punk rock funeral. But the band earned itself a better crowd. In many aspects, the show actually felt like a Ramones show at CBGB, as the band plowed through songs and kept the energy up by barely taking any breaks to talk to the crowd, and when they did, audience ramblings were kept short and sweet. Among these ramblings, Bognanno basically thanked Philadelphia for not being New York, where she said the weather was muggy and the streets were dirty. “Because Philadelphia is sooo clean!” an audience member sarcastically shouted back in a typical self-deprecating Philadelphia fashion. Yes, Philly is a shithole. But it’s our shithole, and Bully is welcome any time. — TOM BECK

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FACT: When The Pope Met Kim Davis Jesus Wept

Thursday, October 1st, 2015



IMG_1162BY WARREN LIPKA As you may have heard, the pope met in secret with Kim Davis some time before he came to Philly.  Jesus H. Christ! That’s like the pope meeting with the bus driver that told Rosa Parks to stand up or get off the bus. What’s next, the pope met with George Zimmerman? We are not but three days out from all the peace, love and understanding of #popeadelphia and now I’m picturing Kim Davis, red-faced, crying her eyes out, mouth open fish-like, holding hands with the pope. Jesus Chysler! I just threw up in my soul a little bit.

Remember Popeadelphia? It was a beautiful thing. Nearly a million people together in one place and almost nobody was an asshole for a change. The cops didn’t kill any unarmed black guys. Nobody blew themselves up in a crowd. There was no angry loner with a rifle on the fifth floor of the school book depository, or if there was he held his fire. There were no car bombs or truck bombs or any kind of bombs. The media ignored Donald Trump. Local favorites like WaWa provided enough pallets of bottled water to keep everyone pissing clear while waiting at Jefferson Station.  There were huge viewing screens throughout the city for all of those who did not have a ticket to see the pope say things like, “We remember the great struggles which led to the abolition of slavery, the extension of voting rights, the growth of the labor movement, and the gradual effort to eliminate every kind of racism and prejudice directed at successive waves of new Americans.”

Then Pope Francis had to go and make it weird. Turns out the whole time he was here the pope had a terrible secret he kept from everyone, because like the Lord, popes work in mysterious ways. Her lawyer said that the pope thinks what Kim Davis did was courageous. He says the pope held her hand and told her that.  This is confusing.  What exactly did he consider courageous? That she stood up to two men who love each other and want to commit to each other for life, in sickness and in health, until death do they part and said, in so many words ‘Not on my watch, faggots!’  This is what the pope is applauding? A woman who confuses ‘religious freedom’ with the right of a public official, and elected judge no less, to discriminate against people whose religious beliefs, or lack thereof, she doesn’t like? If Jesus came back today and saw this he would never stop vomiting.

The pope is savvy man, a political creature who knows how to use the media to his advantage, when to let the cameras in (when he’s kissing babies or washing the feet of the poor) and when to keep them out (when he’s giving Archbishop Chaput a wink and a nod and a pat on the back for fighting any change in PA law that would allow victims of priest rape more time to sue their abusers).  He knows that a meeting with Kim Davis will be a big deal and deliver a powerful message.  What is his message?  It was a reminder. People forget that he is the head of the largest anti-gay organization in the world, a vast and gilded empire of homophobia.  Now they will remember.

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Win Tix To See Franz Ferdinand + Sparks @ E. F.

Wednesday, September 30th, 2015



What happens when you combine smarty/dancey-pants Glaswegian art-punks Franz Ferdinand with arch, synth-y post-glam/post-New Wave/post-whatever Los Angeleno art-rockers Sparks? The not-very-imaginatively-named FFS, a once-secret long-running collaboration that’s resulted in the eponymously-titled debut FFS, released by the way-cool Domino label back in June. (Rule of thumb, if it’s on Domino it’s worth hearing.) What’s it sound like? Arch, dance-y, cerebral, post-glam, post-New Wave, post-whatever art-rock. If that’s your idea of a good time have we got a deal for you. FFS are currently on a tour for the album that brings them to the Electric Factory on Saturday and we have a couple pairs of tickets to give to some lucky-duck Phawker readers with a deep-well of trivial knowledge and a willingness to jump through our social media hoops. To qualify to win you need to A) be signed up to our mailing list (below right, beneath the masthead) which will give you early warning about must-read Phawker posts and early word on groovy concert/movie/misc-cool-event-you-definitely-want-to-attend ticket giveaways B) and follow on us Twitter C) send an email to telling us you have accomplished both A & B along with the answer to the following FFS-related trivia question: Who was the real Franz Ferdinand? Please include your full name and a mobile number for confirmation. Good luck and godspeed.


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Wednesday, September 30th, 2015



Ben LehmanBY BEN LEHMAN Marcel Proust’s, In Search of Lost Time is one of the most celebrated pieces of literature in history. First published in 1913, the story spans across seven volumes, over four thousand pages, and includes some two thousand characters. It chronicles the life of a fictionalized Proust — seen through the subjective lens of his own memories — the novel explores facets of life such as love, society, sexuality, and jealousy. A novelist and critic, Proust was born to a wealthy family in Auteuil, France in 1871.  He was a frail, sickly child, and his ill health followed him into adulthood. Proust’s last years were spent confined in his Paris apartment, where he worked on what would become In Search of Lost Time. He died in 1922, leaving his brother Robert the task of editing and publishing the unorganized manuscripts. The final volume, appropriately titled Time Regained, was not published until 1927.

In Search of Lost Time begins with the famous “episode of the madeleine,” in which the narrator sits swirling a petite madeleine cake in his tea. As he brings the moistened cake to his lips, his childhood memories come flooding back in a tempest of nostalgia and beauty. He describes how “an exquisite pleasure had invaded my senses, something isolated, detached, with no suggestion of its origin.” It is this involuntary memory that sets off the epic tale. Proust’s writing is stunningly elegant, his syntax incomparable. He writes with a level of sophistication which few writers are capable of reaching. For example, when he’s writing about the recollection of a memory that has remained hidden within the depths of one’s mind, he says it “is hidden outside the realm of our intelligence and beyond its reach, in some material object which we do not suspect. It depends on chance whether we encounter this object before we die, or do not encounter it.”

His masterful command of language gives the novel an authentic feel. The reader imagines himself in an opulent Parisian parlor room with beautifully dressed aristocrats, or visiting Aunt Léonie’s rural home in Combray, or perhaps vacationing at a seaside resort in Balbec. This authenticity lends credibility to Proust’s philosophical musings on the human condition. The novel contains endless philosophical reflections that stray from the actual story. Proust will spend pages philosophizing about the effect a piece of art or music can have on someone, or even simple human interaction and behavior. While it’s tempting for the reader to gloss over these lengthy digressions, it is in these passages that Proust makes his most provocative assertions about life. Reflecting on the nature of time and relationships, for instance, Proust states, “Time, which changes people, does not alter the image we have retained of them.” The most prevalent theme throughout the work, however, is love. Proust displays love with all the beauty and all the darkness that comes with it.

MOBY: The Light Is Clear In My Eyes

Wednesday, September 30th, 2015

STEREOGUM: Moby is up to something. Publicists for the veteran dance-music producer have been sending around a new track called “The Light Is Clear In My Eyes” with basically no information. It’s credited to Moby & The Void Pacific Choir, and it’s merely being accompanied by the photo above and a quote from D.H. Lawrence: “California is a queer place — in a way, it has turned its back on the world, and looks into the void Pacific.” The song is a driving postpunk number, and its video is a VHS pileup of cryptic images. MORE

SPIN: A guitar-screeching, scorched-earth number that reaches ear-numbing volume but feels like a totally welcome departure for the 50-year-old at this phase in his career. MORE

PREVIOUSLY: This story begins at a place of Moby’s choosing, a juice bar called The Punchbowl in Los Angeles, which is where I first meet up with him. He is small and pale, bespectacled and bald as Mr. Clean, but bright-eyed, warm and friendly. He’s one of those guys who seems lit from within. He’s wearing shorts and a ball cap and a Flipper T-shirt, all of which makes him look younger than his years. The only outward indicator of him having weathered 47 years on Earth is the gray tint of the stubble ringing his magnificent ivory dome. A diehard New Yorker for most of his life, Moby moved to Los Angeles three years ago and he wears MOBY-MAGNET-COVERit well.

“I thought I would live in New York forever because from my perspective it was the greatest place in the world because it was dirty and weird and filled with artists and bars and clubs and record companies,” he says. “It was just so interesting and run down, and scary and challenging, and sort of beautiful at the same time. I thought this is where I want to live forever. Then as time passed I changed and New York changed. I feel like such a cliché saying this, but New York has become like Singapore, in that it’s only for rich people. I noticed maybe 12 or 13 years ago that most of my friends who were artists couldn’t afford to live there anymore so they were moving to Philadelphia, they were moving to Portland, they were moving to LA, they were moving to Berlin because New York had become so expensive.

“One day, about four years ago, I woke up and realized that I was sober and living in a city that exclusively caters to drunks, fantastically so. If you’re going to be a drunk, New York is the best place to be a drunk. The bars are open until four, you can walk everywhere, and everyone is drunk. I was sober living in an area that had been populated by artists, but had been colonized by hedge fund guys. Nothing against hedge funds guys, I just don’t want to live around them. That grimy, filthy cold in winter and that oppressive heat in the summer and no nature. I started asking myself where else I could live that’s warm in the winter time, has access to nature, and is filled with weird artists – and honestly LA is the only place I could come up with. It’s a really interesting place to live because it’s such a new, weird, dysfunctional city.”  MORE

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JOHN OLIVER WATCH: Fear & Loathing In The EU

Monday, September 28th, 2015


MeganMatuzakBY MEGAN MATUZAK Unless you live under a rock, you know that a mass exodus out of the war-torn hellhole that is present day Syria is under way and refugee camps are overflowing in Europe. While some countries like Germany welcome the Middle Eastern refugees with cheery, clapping citizens, the migration policies of many European countries are cruel and flat-out racist. Take the legislator from Poland for example, who, in an official televised address to the rest of his government colleagues, called the refugees — most of whom literally walked two thousand miles to find sanctuary from the butchers of rapists of ISIS — “lazy” and wasn’t at all surprised that they would choose Europe to drain dry. David Cameron referred to the migrants as a “swarm.” Yet John Oliver — who fled the U.K. years ago and sneaked into this country in search of a better life disguised as just another unassuming Englishman with bad hair and skinny teeth — gets a pass.

“I’m the lazy migrant! I left the country by airplane and the only things I was escaping were fog, public indifference and almost certain future being the Turtle of Prince Harry’s entourage!” John Oliver shrieked in Sunday night’s episode of Last Week Tonight.

Oliver went on to point out that the media has only muddied the waters, sometimes intentionally. A Fox News reporter walked through the possibility of ISIS members existing amongst the refugees accompanied by b-roll footage of a train car filled with people shouting “Allah Akbar!” with the words “Terrorist Inbound?” on the lower third. There was just one problem: the video was from 2010 and in no way representative of the current refugee crisis.

This is the largest migration Europe has ever seen since WWII and the EU is treating the families fleeing the vicious war crimes of ISIS like irritating mosquitoes. Some countries, like Slovakia, will only allow Christians to enter. Their reasoning? They simply do not have any mosques. And then there’s Hungary, who fed refugees by flinging food into a desperate crowd like they the Phillies Fanatic firing his T-shirt gun into the crowd at Citizen’s Bank Park.

THE LADY OF THE LOG: Q&A w/ Catherine Coulson

Monday, September 28th, 2015



EDITOR’S NOTE: Just found out the sad and shocking news that Katherine passed away today. In tribute, we present a reprise edition of this very in-depth interview we did with her last October in advance of her talk at the Pennsylvania Academy Of The Arts, which was part of PAFA’s David Lynch retrospective, The Unified Field. She was very generous with her time — this was probably the most in-depth interview she ever did — and flattered that we would devote so much time and space to the discussion of her life and career. As you might expect of the Log Lady, she went through the interview with a fine tooth comb checking facts and sent back two extensive lists of corrections. I know she was very pleased with how it turned out. The resulting interview is a wide-open window onto Katherine’s fascinating life and career. She will be missed. Good night, Miss Coulson, wherever you are.

BYLINER mecroppedsharp_1BY JONATHAN VALANIA Catherine Coulson, aka Twin Peaks‘ resident Log Lady, will be giving a sold-out talk at the Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts on Saturday about all things David Lynch, with whom she has collaborated creatively since production commenced on Eraserhead back in 1971. Like everyone else in the cast and crew, from star down to cameraman, she was paid $25 a week. When money ran low — as it often did over the course of the six years it took to complete the film — her weekly salary was halved to $12.50. But true to his word, Lynch cut everyone in on the proceeds when Eraserhead became a cult smash. “Eraserhead helped put my daughter through college,” Coulson told me a few weeks ago when we spoke on the phone. She still gets a check every year. Back in the lean years, Lynch and Coulson brainstormed a character called The Log Girl — kooky, clairvoyant, and always cradling heavy lumber. She would have to wait more than a decade  to bring the character to life as cast member of Twin Peaks. By then, The Log Girl had blossomed into The Log Lady — a role she will be reprising next year when the Twin Peaks franchise reactivates after going dark for 25 years, with Lynch and Mark Frost back at the helm. As you’ve no doubt heard by now, that gum we all like is finally back in style.

DISCUSSED: Doing experimental theater naked in Haight-Ashbury in the Summer Of Love; meeting David Lynch @ The American Film Institute; being assistant director of Eraserhead and earning $12.50 a week for six years; being married to Jack Nance, aka Henry from Eraserhead; doing Jack Nance’s Eraserhead hair style; The Unified Field; The Amputee; Bertolt Brecht; Hamburger Hamlet; Jean Genet; Anne Bancroft; Ellen Burstyn; Mel Brooks; The Elephant Man; Pennsylvania Academy of The Fine Arts; Jack Fisk; Sissy Spacek; why David Lynch always wore three ties while making Eraserhead; the Lady In The Radiator; Bob’s Big Boy; Agent Cooper; Major Briggs; the prevalence of Log Lady tattoos on the internet; Roseanne Barr; Russ Tamblyn; Richard Beymer; Piper Laurie; Mark Frost; Kyle MacLachlan; Fire Walk With Me; the return of Twin Peaks.

PHAWKER: Tell me about your life before David Lynch comes into the picture. Where are you from?EraserteamCROPPED

CATHERINE COULSON: Oh, gee. I don’t even remember life before meeting David. I was a young woman then. I met him at the American Film Institute in Beverly Hills, right after he moved there from Philadelphia. He was a student at the American Film Institute, and he heard about our theater company, which was in San Francisco, where I had been working. I was married to Jack Nance, who went on to play Pete Martell on Twin Peaks, and Henry in Eraserhead. David heard about the two of us in a workshop that we did at the American Film Institute teaching acting to director fellows. He asked Jack to come over and work a little bit on his script for Eraserhead. He cast Jack, and then he asked me if I would be a nurse in Eraserhead. He had a kind of outline. I had graduated from Scripps College in Claremont, California, and then moved to San Francisco for grad school. Met Jack Nance, got married. Came down to Beverly Hills on tour with our theater, and that’s when I met David. I really spent the next four or five years of my life working on Eraserhead, because Jack was playing Henry. I kept waiting to shoot my scene, but by the time we got to it, it seemed like overkill to do the scene where the nurse gives Henry and Mary the baby. I was helping to raise money for the film, by that time. David decided not to shoot it, which I’ll always regret, because it would’ve been fun to be in it. I am in an outtake — which unfortunately, I think is lost — where I’m strapped to a bed tied with battery cables. It’s in the room next door to Henry’s. During this time, working together on the film, we became very good friends and collaborators. I always felt like I was the handmaiden to genius. I did everything from styling Jack’s hair to making grilled sandwiches for the crew. We also made The Amputee, is that in the show, do you know? Have you seen it?

PHAWKER: No, do tell.

CATHERINE COULSON: Oh, OK. It’s an interesting piece,  When the AFI executives wanted to test two kinds of videotape ‘stock’ for use in the students’ projects they asked Fred Elmes to shoot something twice on the two different kinds of tape. (I think they were expecting a color chart or grey scale). David heard about it and he and Fred decided to shoot a scene which David wrote about a woman writing a letter. I played the woman — an amputee — and David played the doctor who tended to her bandaged stumps. We shot it twice on two video tape ‘stocks’ and used voice over only. The short was called The Amputee and when it was screened by the AFI executives for the two video tape companies, I remember one of them saying, “LYNCH. LYNCH HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH THIS!”

David Lynch & Log LadyI guess they weren’t prepared for blood spurting out of an amputated limb.We just called it a simple little love story, Eraserhead. But it seemed really normal to us, at the time. When people would ask what Eraserhead was about, we would just say it’s a simple love story. So that’s pretty much my history. I was an actor, and I worked for David, and then I went on and worked in film as a result of working on Eraserhead. I did camera work, and then I went back to acting full-time, and that’s what I’m still doing. We’re going do Twin Peaks again, so I’m excited about that.

PILGRIM’S PROGRESS: 3 Interns Wander Into The Immaculate Heart Of Popegeddon And Live To Tell

Monday, September 28th, 2015

Photo by DAN LONG

EDITOR’S NOTE: I sent my interns — three Temple students with contrasting religious perspectives and zero reporting experience — to cover Pope Francis’ visit with the following instructions: Go have an adventure then come back and tell me about it. The good. The bad. And the ugly. Wade into the crowd and get your hands dirty. Talk to people. Take in the mass. Feel the love. Drink the Kool-Aid. Or don’t. Just be honest with the reader. And above all, have fun with it, you will be a part of history in the making.

BEING THERE: Come On Get Happy

Sunday, September 27th, 2015


Pope Francis, 5th & Ranstead, 4:22 pm Saturday by DAN LONG

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CINEMA: Win Tix To See A Special VIP Advanced Screening Of Ridley Scott’s THE MARTIAN

Friday, September 25th, 2015

The Martian


Just a little reality check: This Pope sh*t ain’t gonna last forever, Joy Boy. Then what are you gonna do with your life? Here’s one option, go see a special VIP advanced screening of the THE MARTIAN, starring Matt Damon as astronaut Mark Watney, mistakenly left for dead on Mars by his crew mates. But in fact, he is not dead. It will take four years for a NASA rescue mission to reach him and he only has enough food and oxygen to last a month. Solution? “I’m gonna have to science the sh*t out of this,” says Watney. What follows is a tense, tragicomic deep-space thriller — think MacGyver On Mars — and an amazing performance by Damon. This is easily Ridley Scott’s best film since BLADE RUNNER. Maybe his best film ever. We have several pairs of tickets to see a special advance screening of THE MARTIAN at University City Penn 6 on Tuesday at 7:30 PM. To qualify to win you need to A) sign up for our emailing list, below right of this post, underneath the masthead. Trust us, you want to be on this list. Among other things, you get early warnings on cool tix giveaways like this one, along with breaking news updates and weekly content summaries so you never miss a post. B) send us an email at telling us you are signed up for our mailing list along with C) the correct answer to the following  trivia question: What is the name of the first man to walk on the moon? Put the magic words LIFE ON MARS in the subject line. Be sure to include your full name and a mobile number for verification. Good luck and godspeed!

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MUST SEE: The Ballad Of The Blue Jean Committee

Friday, September 25th, 2015

Blue Jean Committee


VULTURE: Something happened midway through the first season of Documentary Now!, which wrapped up last night on IFC. The show started off — and was praised for — taking pitch-perfect documentary parodies and pushing them in absurd directions: twisting Grey Gardens into a horror movie, for example, or turning Nanook Revisited, a documentary about the documentary Nanook of the North, into a bizarre tale of an Inuit who pioneered most modern-film techniques. But over the course of six “documentaries” (which included the two-part finale), it also grew increasingly humane. While the precision was still there, the goal felt like it was no longer about creating accurate parody but instead about creating truthful character studies. It built and built to the last three minutes of last night’s finale, which immediately felt like one of the most honest, human bits of comedy I’ve seen in years, if not ever.  [….] The inspiration for the episode was 2013’s History of the Eagles, and it’s built around Armisen and Bill Hader as two tough, working-class Chicago guys, both descended from sausage families, who become the biggest soft-rock stars of 1974. “What sort of delighted us about that film was that you have this really soft sound — and then you have these aggressive alpha males,” Meyers told Rolling Stone. “So we started throwing this idea around about these two guys who are a little aggro and are making this kind of breezy, margarita-sipping music.” The two soft-rockers eventually break up at the height of their powers, with Hader going on to license the band’s intellectual property and live a life of luxury, and Armisen returning to the sausage plant where his parents both worked. MORE

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WHAT A DIFFERENCE 170 YEARS MAKES: The Bloody Philadelphia Anti-Catholic Riots Of 1844

Thursday, September 24th, 2015



THE ENCYCLOPEDIA OF GREATER PHILADELPHIA: In May and July 1844, Philadelphia suffered some of the bloodiest rioting of the antebellum period, as anti-immigrant mobs attacked Irish-American homes and Roman Catholic churches before being suppressed by the militia. The violence was part of a wave of riots that convulsed American cities starting in the 1830s. Yet even amid this tumult, they stand out for their duration, itself a product of nativist determination to use xenophobia for political gain. In the aftermath of the riots, shocked Philadelphians began debating new methods of maintaining order, a discussion that contributed to the consolidation of Philadelphia County in 1854.

Ethnic and religious antagonism had a long history in the city. Since the 1780s, Irish textile workers had come to Philadelphia after losing their jobs to mechanization in the British Isles. As early as 1828, when an off-duty watchman was killed after disparaging “bloody Irish transports,” Catholic presence had Riots-Broadsideprovoked anxiety among American- and Irish-born Protestants. In 1831, Irish Catholics battled along Fifth Street with Protestants celebrating the anniversary of the Battle of the Boyne.

Anti-Catholic agitation increased in the early 1840s, organized in part around a perceived threat to the Bible in the public schools. Catholic Bishop Francis Patrick Kenrick (1796-1863), an Irish immigrant himself, objected to Protestant teachers’ leading students in singing Protestant hymns and requiring them to read from the King James Bible. Nativists used Kenrick’s complaints to gain followers. In 1842, dozens of Protestant clergymen formed the American Protestant Association to defend America from Romanism. In early 1843, editor Lewis Levin  (1808-60) made the Daily Sun an organ for attacks against Catholicism and Catholic immigration, and in December of that year, he helped found a nativist political party called the American Republican Association.

In 1844, the Bible controversy intensified in the district of Kensington, a suburb to the northeast of Philadelphia City and home to many Irish immigrants, both Protestant and Catholic. In February, Hugh Clark (1796-1862), a Catholic school director there, suggested suspending Bible reading until the school board could devise a policy acceptable to Catholics and Protestants alike. Nativists saw this as a threat to their liberty and as a chance to mobilize voters, and they rallied by the thousands in Independence Square. On May 3, 1844 they rallied in Kensington itself but were chased away.

The first serious violence broke out three days later. On May 6, the nativists reassembled in Kensington, provoking another fight, during which a young nativist named George Shiffler (1825-44) was fatally shot. By day’s end, a second man—apparently a bystander—was dead, and several more nativists were wounded, two mortally. The next day, the First Brigade of the Pennsylvania Militia, commanded by Brigadier General George Cadwalader (1806-79), responded to the sheriff’s call for help. The troops faced little direct resistance, but they proved unable to stop people from starting new fires. On May 8, mobs gutted several private dwellings (including Hugh Clark’s house), a Catholic seminary, and two Catholic churches: St. Michael’s at Second Street and Master and St. Augustine’s at Fourth and Vine. Only a flood of new forces—including citizen posses, city police, militia companies arriving from other cities, and U.S. army and navy troops—ended the violence by May 10.

The city remained superficially calm for the next eight weeks, but both nativists and Catholics anticipated further violence. In Southwark—an independent district south of Philadelphia City and a seat of nativist strength—a Catholic priest’s brother began stockpiling weapons in the basement of the Church of St. Philip de Neri on Queen Street. On Friday, July 5, a crowd of thousands gathered to demand the weapons. MORE

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BEING THERE: A$AP Rocky & Tyler The Creator

Thursday, September 24th, 2015



What do you get when you take one of the most vulgar and provocative rappers in the last 10 years and put him on a bill with one of the biggest and baddest members of Harlem’s hip hop collective A$AP Mob? The answer is quite simple: The Rocky and Tyler Tour. Several thousand fans from far and wide descended upon Philly’s Festival Pier last night to witness a mixture of well-crafted versifying, Tyler The Creator dancing like a man covered in honey and fire ants and A$AP Rocky effortlessly wooing every female in the house with his majestic cloud rap and suave demeanor. Cali rapper Vince Staples kicked off the night with enough energy to supply three openrs and a headliner. After finishing off his set with “Blue Suede,” his toughest single to date, the helium-pitched maniac we all know as Danny Brown took the stage, squealing ‘Hiiiii Phillaaayyyy!” His vibrantly odd and amusing personality broke through on every one of the tight instrumentals and beats his DJ laid him down for him as he pranced about the stage, playing out wild tunes such as “Smokin & Drinkin’” and “Kush Coma.” As Danny finished up it occurred to me the night was virtually guaranteed to only get better, which is a bold statement given the vigor of the two openers. However, this rang stupidly true as soon as the first of our two headliners, Tyler The Creator took the stage to a simultaneous eruption of raucous screaming, intense stampeding to the front barrier and Tyler standing stock-still and taking it all in with a dumbfounded look. After telling the crazed fans they had 20 seconds to take their pictures so they could get it out of the way, Tyler dove into a set that was considerably toned down compared to his teenage years of ignorant hoodrat shit and putting out lyrics offensive to the point of getting him banned from performing in New Zealand, Australia and the UK. Nonetheless, Tyler soon whipped the crowd into an angry sea of frenzied mosh pits and shrill screams as diehards shouted themselves breathless trying to keep up with every single lyric. He dropped tracks from his latest LP, Cherry Bomb, such as “Deathcamp” (which kicked off his set), and some of his wilder oldies such as “Tron Cat” and “Yonkers.” Tyler, accompanied by his sidekicks Jasper Dolphin & Taco (both members of the now dismantled Odd Future collective), even played out a few songs off of Odd Future’s final mixtape, OF Vol. 2, such as the 11-minute masterpiece “Oldie” and the hilariously strange track “Rella.” After Tyler left the stage there was a 45-minute intermission while the stage crew set up A$AP’s elaborate stage set, which consisted of two additional floors above the stage connected by a staircase and bejeweled with twinkling LED lights. A$AP made his entrance stepping through a sea of smoke and fog as the crowd bum rushed the front of the stage. Rolling through his extensive arsenal of hits — “Multiply,” “LSD,” “Goldie” and “Hella Hoes” — A$AP and his mob collective oozed swag as they hipped and hopped about the two-decker platform while the mosh pits grew like algae in still water. During his collaboration with the dubstep mastermind Skrillex “Wild For The Night,” A$AP requested an obscenely large mosh pit in the center of the crowd while hundreds of kids eagerly complied. Ending the night with one of his most legendary hit singles, “Peso,” the A$AP mobster and fellow rapper geniuses threw down endless bars of boundary-breaking lyrics and enough chillwave synths and 808s to last a lifetime.–DYLAN LONG

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