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Been There, Done That
Instead of taking regular crowd shots, I zeroed in on the hotties in the crowd at Saturday's Rittenhouse Row Spring Festival. Ouch!
Photos by Josh Middleton
View galleryDid you find poetry along your path this weekend? As reported in this week's Agenda section, the Guerilla Haiku Movement (GHM) rolled through town on Saturday, leaving more than 200 poems in Fishtown, NoLibs, Old City, Rittenhouse and Queen Village. While 15 artists appeared for duty, they made impromptu poets out of nearly 100 participants.
Actress-educator Caley Vickerman wanted to share her passion for haiku, giving GHM its start on New York City’s sidewalks in November of 2010. This first materialized in theater classes, where she asked students to spread the love and write to one another. She was shocked at how positive the results were, and it wasn’t long before she took it to the streets.
We checked in with GHM, and they graciously sent us photos from their hard day’s work here in Philly. Some fave moments included kids getting their scribble on outside of a Starbucks, a rooftop haiku extravaganza on a parking lot garage and a wedding party dedicating a haiku to their bride and groom. If you’re bummed that you missed out on the fun, not to worry, the Movement should be back in time for spring.
Urban Adventures, a global organization which originated in Australia, began giving tours in Philadelphia in 2009. In April of 2010, they joined forces with the local organization Awfully Nice Tours to develop the South Philly, River to River and Essence of South Philly tours, and more recently added the Italian Market, Philly on Tap and Historic District to the list. According to Awfully Nice Tours owner Andy Maunder, each excursion is “eco-friendly, green-friendly and gives you a real feeling about what Philadelphia is all about.”
To check one out for myself, I recently chose to go along on the Italian Market tour, which began on South Street and ended with a cheesesteak — two of my favorite things. Blake Snyder, my tour guide, did a phenomenal job sharing the history of the art and architecture of the South Philly area, particularly the colorful murals of Isaiah Zagar. Blake led us through the neighborhood of Bella Vista and into the Ninth Street Market, where we explored and sampled local delicatessens such as Sarcone’s Bakery, Claudio’s and Di Bruno Brothers. Though the area is most famously referred to as the Italian Market, he also proved the diversity of the neighborhood by taking us to taste a homemade Mexican tortilla and he pointed out the live poultry at an Asian store. The tour was delicious and informative — a great way to better acquaint yourself with the city.
Tours run daily. For more information, visit awfullynicetours.com or philadelphiaurbanadventures.com.
(kelsey.mcglynn@citypaper.net)
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| The Roots' Black Thought |
CH: Carolyn Huckabay PR: Patrick Rapa ME: Molly Eichel
— Headed over to the Roots Picnic fashionably late. Caught Mayer Hawthorne doing their soul-pop jjngle thing. That was fine. The Roots killed it (in a good way), then John Legend joined them and kinda killed the mood (in a bad way). I just wasn't feeling an ultra-long r&b/soul pretty-vocals just then. Things picks up again when they rolled the piano away to make room for Ghostface Killah, Method Man and Raekwon. The Wu Tang Clan MCs, backed by the Roots, laid out a high energy, high-shouting, high n-wordy marathon set. The night ended with The Clipse in the air conditioned sidetent and Vampire Weekend on the mainstage. That's what you call eclectic. —PR —Pet Semetary is still both hilarious and terrifying, especially when we figured out the actor who played Killer Baby Gage was a friend of Michelle's on Full House/the autistic kid from Mercury Rising. No matter how creepy that movie is, Fred Gwynne always makes me giggle. —ME —National Geographic has an amazing article this month on the warming climate in Greenland (called "Viking Weather: The Changing Face of Greenland), and what that means for its farmers, who have traditionally imported most of their produce. Also, as per usual with NatGeo, pages and pages of gorgeous photographs to go along with it. —CH —Watched as a friend introduced Dr. Octagon to a Lover of All Things Pop Music. The Lady Gaga acolyte is no stranger to hip-hop but the look on his face upon hearing some tracks from Dr. Octagonecologyst? Priceless. —ME —I told y'all I was loving Barry Udall's The Lonely Polygamist. After devouring the last bit this weekend, what do I ultimately think? You'll have to wait for the upcoming Book Quarterly to find out. Anyone read Udall's first novel, The Miracle Life of Edgar Mint? Worth a go-round? I'm in the thick of Even Cowgirls Get the Blues already but I tend to finish Tom Robbins' books in a couple days. I was thinking of taking up former Daily News columnist Pete Dexter's Spooner next. A wise choice? —ME —Re-watched the first ep of Eastbound and Down, further fueling my excitement for the next season, which supposedly takes place in Mexico. Also: If you aren't following KFuckingP on Twitter, you are wasting your life. —ME —Headed out to Lemon Hill to soak in a few laps of the Philadelphia International Cycling Championship. This doesn't really count as "arts," but it certainly was entertaining to cheer on the peloton and the few stragglers who really needed the encouragement. —CHSaturday night a few friends and I headed down South St. for some cool night air, Phileo Yogurt and Lorenzo's pizza. All was well until a crowd gathered and we witnessed what seems to be a new South St. tradition: getting tasered by the cops... Nevertheless, I ended the weekend off jumping into the freezing ocean with friends, fully clothed and dancing to reggae from a nearby bar on the Boardwalk. Gotta love my life. <3
On Friday I went to Tower Theater to see the Comedians of Chelsea Lately Tour starring Brad Wollack, Josh Wolf, Loni Love and that little nugget, Chuy. They were all hilarious but my favorite was Loni Love. She so crazy. Saturday I went to see City Island. It's a fantastic film. Go see it! Holler.
Wandered down to the picnic much, much too late... but I was just in time to see Ghostface Killah et al tear s*** up and then be thoroughly disappointed by closers Vampire Weekend.("I have an idea, let's lay down some clean guitar melodies straight out of a bank commercial, play with maracas, do some 8-bit for the hell of it... and we'll call it -- MUSIC") Almost as disappointing was the "24 hour 7/11" on the walk home that turned out to be nothing but lies.
Sunday's race was much better; I watched the sidewalks of Manayunk burst at the seams with that unbridled and unfounded Philly passion for moving objects AND free Natty Light.
A fuckin' Plus, I'd say overall.I watched Legion this weekend, shit was soooooooooo bad! I thought it was going to be mostly Paul Bettany beating fools up, and it was a little of that, but most of the movie was Dennis Quaid and Charles S. Dutton delivering hand-wringy soliloquies about their tortured relationships with faith. No one wants to hear that shit guys! I want to see the dude from Wimbledon stabbing fools in the neck!
After another disappointing show, swore again to never go to a show at the Electric Factory. The Antlers sounded surprisingly vivid live but the sound guys must have skipped town between sets as the National sounded like they were playing through pea soup. The crowd of bros in the audience didn't seem to mind, though. Better luck at Saturday's beer fest down at the Navy Yard. After four hours, the beers tended to blend together a bit in my memory, but Blue Point and St Somewhere were personal brewery favorites. Puzzlingly, the entire crowd of beer nerds would pause to "woo" periodically, maybe just too darn excited by the amount of beer available. Also recommended: "DESTROYED IN SECONDS"
AH! Pet Semetary! I hate creepy kids (in movies and real life) and Gage/Full House kid was definitely one of the creepiest. And okay, why the hell would the dad go and bury the wife in the Indian cemetery after what happened to Gage? I can understand trying it once, but c'mon! You'd think he would have learned his lesson with the evil baby.
Nice blog, thank you for sharing this. Hope to see more from you.
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| Momix at the Annenberg Center |
CH: Carolyn Huckabay PR: Patrick Rapa ME: Molly Eichel
What We Saw:
— Caught a Saturday matinee performance of Momix at the Annenberg Center, and was (mostly) blown away. The program, Botanica, was all nature-themed and featured rapid-pace scenes on everything from ocean waves to rose petals to birds. A couple one-trick-centaur moments here and there, but the stegosaurus-skeleton scene blew anything that felt lackluster right out of the water. —CH —I'd never seen The Wrens before, so I was expecting a sleepy show that was more atmosphere than passion. I was wrong. Terribly, terribly wrong. Drawing mostly from insta-classic Meadowlands, the Wrens pushed their tunes so far, they shifted genres. I haven't seen a band work that in hard and in such collusion since Springsteen and his boys. I wasn't so impressed with handful of new songs they played (!!!) but I also haven't had a chance to listen to that album on repeat for three months straight like I did when I first heard Meadowlands. Shame on you if you missed it. —ME Where We Went: —Hit up the Trenton Avenue Arts Fest and Kensington Kinetic Sculpture Derby. Definitley impressed by the offerings, but my favorite has to go to Joe and Andrea's team for no other reason than their mascot is a toothless dog named Lil' Chuck Norris who sat asleep in his team's front basket, unfazed by the crowd and living up to his namesake's badassery. —ME What We Read: I started Justin Cronin's The Passage. Fifty pages in and I'm hooked. —PR —Faithful Been There/Done That readers might be disappointed to learn that I forsook (forsaked?) Colum McCann's Let the Great World Spin — which you all said I should read next — for Barry Udall's The Lonely Polygamist, about a man who feels utterly alone despite being surrounded by this 28 children and four wives. I couldn't keep my eyes from closing last night, but I still couldn't put it down. Now I'm going to have to put Udall's first novel, The Miracle Life of Edgar Mint, on my list, as well. Don't worry, though: McCann is still on deck. —ME What We Watched: — I spent the weekend fighting a nasty cold/flu kinda thing, so TV was nice. I watched the Lost finale. I don't think there was much to "get" about this episode. Smoke-Locke-Man-In-Black was defeated thanks to some kind of Superman II device that makes strong bad guys into normal people for a while. I think the sideways reality hammered home the idea that the island is a metaphor for college. You live away from home, you meet weird people, you do weird things, you face the smoking issue head-on, you never admit you're having a good time, you think every little thing is a tragedy, you experience previously unknown levels of fear and joy and confusion, you make friends of enemies, and enemies of friends, and swap significant others in a relatively shallow dating pool, and when it's finally time for the reunion, the one you decide to go to, you realize you missed everybody, and seeing them is enough to overwhelm you with happiness but also a kind of deep-down heartache that can feel like "what the hell were were doing?" or "was that all just a dream?" or "my god we were all so young then." Oh, cold medicine. —PR — Much like Pat and the rest of the universe I watched Lost last night, and the Jimmy Kimmel show that followed it. (Oh, coffee, I love you. I need you so.) I was pleased (though not till this morning, after some mulling-over/sleeping time) with the ending, particularly that Sideways World had an actual purpose. I'm still unclear about Desmond's role, Eleanor's Sideways involvement, why Mr. Ecko et. al weren't in the church, how the chronology of purgatory works, whether dogs go to heaven, and many other things, but I'm satisfied nonetheless. —CH —In preparation for an interview that was later canceled, I watched Diddy's "Hello Good Morning" video eight or nine times (TI totally is the Captain of the Cool Kids, btw). It struck me how retro this video is. Who else would drop the cash for helicopters and explosions in this musical climate but Diddy? Like, I was almost sad there was no use of the Hype Williams fish eye lens. —ME What We Listened To: — Listened, in earnest, to the entirety of The Hold Steady's new album, Heaven Is Whenever, which Patrick Rapa wrote about last week. I hated it. HATED! I'm a live-concert-only lover of Craig Finn and co., since talk-singing, for me, isn't my iPod preference. So you'd think I would love this sing-singy effort. But lines like "I don't want you to settle/ I want you to grow" make me want to barf. —CH — Speaking of the Puffy One, I can't get enough of his Bad Boy signee Janelle Monae's new album The ArchAndroid. It simultaneously feels both throwback and like nothing I've ever heard before. Here's a woman whose voice is on par with Whitney who doesn't feel the need to belt it on a constant basis. She understands that her voice is just another instrument in her arsenal. God, she's just so good. All I want to do is talk about how good she is. Wanna join me and do just that in the comments? —MEFrom someone who's only seen 2 episodes of Lost, that is the best summation of the finale I've read. The finale answered all questions but one: What happened to the candy bar the detective got out of the vending machine with his last dollar?
Juliet retrieved it from the machine. When she handed it to him, that magic "Apollo" bar "Vision'd" them both and good.
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| Laura Marling |
CH: Carolyn Huckabay PR: Patrick Rapa ME: Molly Eichel
What We Saw:
— During a blissful, sweltering day off Friday, I gallery-hopped in Old City, visiting Dalet Gallery and the Clay Studio, among others. The latter's got a preciously displayed exhibit, "Small Favors V," horizontally covering its walls at eye level, and the former's still as creepy and weird as I remember it. —CH Where We Went: — Art Star! I showed you mine, now tell me what you got. —ME — Joined everyone in Philadelphia for the Art Star Craft Bazaar Saturday morning, and got there early enough to score a free tote bag (goodies inside included an old two.one.five mag, an old Grid mag — must've been packaged before their new Food issue hit stands the other day — and a million coupons, plus some random gum). I was on a serious budget ($27, or, the contents of my wallet), so I stuck to my mission of finding the perfect little print for my dining room. I can't find it on Art Star's website, but rest assured, it is cute as hell. —CH What We Learned: — Hit up Reward and Lost + Found in search of a simple shirt to replace the one my friend spilled grease on at lunch. Discovered, incidentally, that pants with gigantic, jutting hips are way in style, and also way not attractive on this particular body. —CH What We Listened To: — Saturday was a good night to see ladies who rock. First I saw The Smoke Fairies and Laura Marling at JB's. Marling's got this angelic-folksy thing going on. Just amazing songs, sung amazingly. After that, I biked over to Sugar Town at the Khyber, to catch Post Post. They were way louder and more rocking than I woulda guessed. They sounded great, and really brought it energy-wise. Their van got impounded during the show, but I'd still call the night a triumph. —PR — Usually the bands at the Italian Market Fest are just white noise above the shouts of "Peroni! We got ice cold Peroni here!" but I was totally digging on the Pawn Shop Roses, who switched up the arrangements to several classic rock faves (shout out for "Ophelia," "Domino" and "Whole Lotta Love"). They play on Friday at the Blockley Pourhouse (3801 Chestnut St.) if any fans are looking for an encore performance. —ME What We Read: — Quickly caught up on an Entertainment Weekly. I would have read it faster but I was horrified by how Photoshopped-into -oblivion the cover is. The last time the ladies of Sex and the City looked like that, I didn't have to constantly explain why the Queen Bee/Slut/Prude/Frigid archetypes don't encompass all women — snappy writing or not. Goddamn, I hate Sex and the City. —ME What We Watched: — Aptly re-watched "The Gang Hits the Road" episode (among others) of It's Always Sunny after the Italian Market Fest. —ME — Took advantage of Netflix-on-Demand-on-Wii for the first time, choosing the first season of Law & Order: SVU, with Olivia Benson at her greenest, as my poison. Speaking of jutting hips. —CHJoined Molly on all her adventures this weekend, including karaoke at Westy's on Saturday. After many times at Ray's, this was my first time at Westy's and it didn't disappoint. Although the song collection wasn't as good, they still had everything I wanted to sing, so it didn't matter to me! Plus, I enjoyed the fact that I got to sing more than one song, it wasn't so crowded, and I didn't have to be on the lookout for cigarettes every time I walked around so as not to get burned. Started off the night with my standard "Highway to Hell" which turned into an AC/DC double shot of kick-assness! Followed it up with a well-rehearsed "Paradise By the Dashboard Light" duet with my boyfriend/karaoke mentor. And although "Thunder Road" was sang before I got the chance, I still got to end my night with my other favorite band (The Clash) and an impromptu rendition of "London Calling" with a karaoke friend I had made earlier that night. (And to you, Dan L., my karaoke crush, if you are out there I hope one day we meet again and finally get to thunder road the shit out of Springsteen).
Spent too much money at Art Star Craft Bazaar, browsing each booth slowly and methodically, accompanied by one of those sweet novelty-glass margaritas. After a snack stop at the Italian Market mob scene spent the afternoon with a mediocre bottle of Pinot Grigio and an above-average roof deck before summer rolls at Pho Ha (Nam Phuong still has my heart). Sunday, I prepared myself for next week's vacation by purchasing "Infinite Jest" and a suitable number of bookmarks.
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| From "Give Pizza Chance" at Rocket Cat |
CH: Carolyn Huckabay PR: Patrick Rapa ME: Molly Eichel
What We Saw:
— Hit up Bambi Gallery's May exhibits, Erin M. Riley's "How's My Driving?" and Matt Osborn's "Dead Reckoning," and almost bought a Members Only jacket at Jinxed. But didn't because that would be ridiculous. —CH
— Went to the Troc to see Aqua Teen Hunger Force Live. I wrote that up already but I can't stress enough the insane, scary majesty of Puddles Pity Party — a hulking clown with Jim Morrison's voice and John Wayne Gacy's charisma. —PR
— Feasted on Give Pizza Chance at Rocket Cat, which featured some excellent pieces, including curator Brain/Brian Dwyer's revisionist pizza world history and the hilarious Christmas-themed statuettes by Michael P. Heneshan, complete with back story (pictured above). —ME
What We Watched:
— Accidental Sports Night marathon — since there are only two seasons, it felt like more of a challenge to get to the end. Gotta say, while I wish they'd picked up a third season, I was happy to see it end/see the light of day afterward. The Josh Malina crush holds steady. —CH
— After discussing it at length, we watched the scene of Marion Ravenwood out-drinking the huge Nepalese guy in Raiders of the Lost Ark. It's my favorite scene in all of the Indys, which is part of the reason I cried at the end of the fourth one when (SPOILER!) Indiana and Marion finally got married. —ME
— Oh geez: I might be older than I think I am because I found myself watching Survivor online. I've been a fan of the show in the past, but I have no idea when it's on these days. It's all there on CBS.com. —PR
— I watched all of Ski School, which features a large portion of the cast from perennial fave Summer School. Yes, I am ashamed of myself. —ME
Where We Went:
--In search of a belated Mother's Day card (my parents are on vacation! I'm not a bad daughter, swear), wandered to the Gayborhood and found Paper on Pine had moved to 13th Street (yet kept its name). Spent $6 on a bright-orange Sesame Letterpress card; hoping Mom will appreciate something non-sappy-crappy-Hallmarky. —CH
—After card shopping, discovered something truly magical: Marcie Turney and Valerie Safran's year-old Gayborhood gift shop, Verde. Holy crap. Fresh flowers, gorgeous clutches, handmade jewelry, stylish hats, ARTISANAL CHOCOLATES and much, much more. New favorite store in Philly, seriously. —CH
What We Listen To:
— Dutifully switched on This American Life last night to hear CP's Isaiah Thompson fulfill his lifelong dream of participating in the public radio program (and meeting Ira Glass, to boot). Not for nothing, the story — about a group of ex-sex offenders forced to live under a bridge in Miami — is worth a listen. —CH
What We Read:
— Just finished up Janet Malcolm's ridiculously long Anatomy of a Murder Trial piece, which really only proved that I still don't like Janet Malcolm. —ME
— I may or may have been late to work today because I've been consumed by Stieg Larsson's The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. At first, I totally didn't get what the fuss was about but then BLAMMO! The book turns and it smacks you in the face with its awesomity. I've got 100 pages left and I'm dying to find out what happens. Here's my problem: Should I go straight in to the sequel, The Girl Who Played With Fire, or stick with the next book on my list — Let the Great World Spin? Help me decide! —ME
—Nostalgia! Started re-reading A Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. I forgot how much I loved it. —ME
Molly, I vote "Let the Great World Spin." It seems everyone I know is reading it now and everyone also seems to be loving it. It's next up on my list, but my weekend of midwestern travel was occupied by "The Magician's Book: A Skeptic's Adventures in Narnia." It is... okay. It is mostly making me want to reread the Narnia series for the thousandth time.
This weekend I saw a midnight screening of "Birdemic" at Ritz East. It was way worse than I could've ever imagined and I thoroughly enjoyed every second of it! The movie also introduced me to the soulful sounds of Mr. Damien Carter — a pivotal scene involving the two main characters doing horrible robot dancing featured his international smash hit "Just Hanging Out," which you can preview here.
Definately Let The Great World Spin. This is one of the best books I have ever read. Amazing. Looking forward to hearing your views.
Ok David and Caitlin, you've convinced me. Even though I have Larsson fever and want to go vacation in Sweden (sans murder, natch), Let the Great World Spin it is
Aside from the Flyers and two(!) non CSN Phillies games, I watched the fucking incredible Betty White SNL episode. I'm not one of those people who preach that SNL's been on a downward spiral since it's heyday, and I think this is a contender for top 10 episodes of all time. Spent some time reading Michael J. Trinklien's Lost States just out from Quirk and the Rodale Book of Composting. My sister, brother-in-law and I took our respective mothers to Bartram's Gardens for their annual Mother's Day plant sale (Janis bought an iris), where they were also holding a discussion and signing for the release of the new book William Bartram, The Search for Nature's Design: Selected Art, Letters, and Unpublished Writings, tho we did not stick around due primarily to a young nephew completely wiped out by many, many trips up and down the Bartram's Gardens' playground's spiral sliding board.
While birthday shopping for my dad I stumbled across the Hold Steady's new album and had to buy it. I've been in love with them since ME here introduced me to them back in college (as soon as I heard the first line to hornets! hornets! I was sold) and although it's definitely not my favorite output of theirs, I got to say I've been really digging it. Pretty much all I've been listening to since I picked it up. But then again, any band that can be compared to The Boss is generally okay by me.
Betty White was phenomenal. That episode was SNL's highest rated show since Tina Fey did Sarah Palin in the fall of '08. Go Betty!
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| Zoe Strauss' "Under I-95" |
CH: Carolyn Huckabay PR: Patrick Rapa ME: Molly Eichel
Where We Went:
—Ran into Pat and Holly at Zoe Strauss' final "Under I-95" on Sunday. It's the first time I'd seen the show, and I'm sad it'll be the last. I'm also sad that my favorite of the 231 images hung up on the interstate-supporting pilasters (No. 75, of a string of balloons floating upward) was sold out by the time I got in line. Apparently if I'd stayed till 4 p.m., I could've snagged the display copy for free, but it was too hot for lingering. —CH
— Like seemingly hundreds of people I checked out the final Zoe Strauss' exhibition. I bought four prints. I love it when she takes pictures of words. —PR
— Skipped out on the Strauss (sorry Zoe!) for roller derby to cheer on national anthem singer Mo Russ. The Heavy Metal Hookers who took on the Rhode Island Riveters; both teams were neck-and-neck during the first half, but the HMH pulled ahead mightily during the second. While I was sad that my faves, the Broad Street Butchers, lost to the Philthy Britches (who have an incredible opening skate-out, by the way), it was a tight game. When everyone thought the BSB's were down for the count after a multi-grand slam power jam by the Britches' Mo Pain, the Butchers' Shenita Stretcher (who sold me my ticket, thanks!) roared back in the second half. —ME
What We Watched:
— People (including fellow CM-er Molly) keep telling me how awesome Modern Family is, and how even if you're single and childless you'll die laughing. I took a few hours of my Saturday to test it out. And while I didn't die, I have become a fan. Best part: that Claire and Phil are well aware that their kids are sometimes complete idiots. Thank you, realistic writers. —CH
— Totally watched Thor: Hammer of the Gods on Syfy because it starred Zachery Ty Bryan from Home Improvement, leading to lots of terrible Wilson/JTT/Al Borland jokes and a geek-out about the new picture of Chris Hemsworth in Kenneth Branagh's upcoming Thor. The ZTB version was terrible. And awesome. But mostly terrible. —ME
What We Listened To:— I spent the weekend trying to make sense of the new Hold Steady, starting with an excellent Free at Noon show up at World Cafe Live on Friday. For my thoughts on the album, read this week's City Paper. —PR
— Gave Jason & The Scorchers' Haylcon Times (Courageous Chicken Music/Nash Vegas Flash), their first new record in a minute, a spin and enjoyed it immensely on first listen, but I need some more time before it's up there with Fervor or Lost and Found. —ME
What We Learned:
— Keys to a good Sidewalk Sale: Post your listing on Craigslist the night before so it'll be up for the morning early birds. It's better to have a money in your pocket than shit in your closet so keep prices low, low, low. Swords attract customers. I ended up making a pretty penny but spent some of it on Chuckie Knuckles' foam-board poster of all original American Gladiators. Worth it? Clearly. —ME
Friday Night: Azuka Theatre's "Nerve" - hysterical, well acted, and now, sadly, closed. Saturday Night: Flashpoint Theatre's "Crumble (Lay Me Down Justin Timberlake)". Unlike anything I've seen - also hysterical (especially Matthew Hultgren's Timberlake - I partied like it was 1999) and open until May 8th! Sunday Night: Luna Theatre's "Sick." Made me itchy just watching it, but I think that was partly the point. Also, sadly, now closed.
I saw Koresh Dance's "Sense of Human" on Sunday night. I don't know much about dance to sound articulate about the artform or anything, but I can say that they are pretty amazing!
Friday was unartful: Saw the Riversharks home opener at Campbell's Field and watched manager Von Hayes perch lankily in the dugout. Saturday: As I mentioned over on Meal Ticket's weekend notes, stopped by WHYY during their pledge drive to pick up some tomato plants from You Bet Your Garden's Mike McGrath then trucked out to West Chester with my mother Janis to see about 1,000,000 little Italian ladies fawn over chef/food writer Lidia Bastianich who was awesome. Sunday: I, too, hit Zoe Strauss' ultimate Under I-95. I'm ashamed to admit I'd never been to one before, but I bought two prints: one with lit-up High Hopes in otherwise pitch-black surroundings and one from Fairbanks Alaska depicting a banner reading "It's a long way to the top if you want to rock and roll" in a barren performance tent. Later, caught up on 0 Rock, The Office and Fringe which, for my money (and I'm watching on Hulu so, like, none), is the best show on TV.
Eichel where is my cut
Sunday I finally made time to watch "The Devil and Daniel Johnston" which, despite some overly literal reenactments, was mesmerizing. But even as a bit of a Johnston fangirl, I'm ready for "Casper the Friendly Ghost" to no longer be in my head.
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