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January 31, 2006

Don't Tell Cat Power

I was at the Friday night Broken Social Scene show and thought they were super kickass. More importantly, I came down with a bad case of the loves for new Broso and ex-Reverie Sound Revue whisperer/crooner Lisa Lobsinger. The shot at right is courtesy of coolfer's valuable
flickr page. Oh, what I would give to brush that hair. And Lisa, in case you didn't know, I'm a baller, shot caller and I got twenty inch rims on the impala. Here's some more photos, and one from the Saturday show in the NYC. You are my weirdly attractive indie rock queen, Miss Lobsinger. Keep doing it proper.

You Say Goodbye, I Say Link

Philabuster is sad to hear that UK blues rockers 22-20s have decided to
call it a day. They were never revolutionary or life-changing, just a fun rock band. Their 05/03 EP is one of the only live recordings I've ever really liked listening to, and is still one of my most frequent spins in the player, whether I'm chilin' alone or have people over. It sounds like their reasons for splitting were good ones.

Coachella announces that Tool will headline day 2 of an otherwise very exciting weekend line-up.

Arctic Monkeys groove on Snoop Dogg, move Philly show from da church to da palace ballroom.

Nas beefs with Jay-Z for years, and is rewarded with his own label. Memphis Bleek stays loyal from day one, and is rewarded with permission to make shitty clothes, probably to match his next shitty album.

On the rapper totem poll, somewhere below Nas and way above Bleek, there's White Yoda, aka Andy Grillonakis, fresh to the scene and droppin' some gems with his tipsy boy J-Kwon. Out with the old, in with the new, 'Stampers...

January 30, 2006

The Chronicles Of Chronikill, Part 1

Along with his boyhood friend/nemesis Zerox, Charlie Cypher is one half of the blazing hip hop duo Chronikill. When not rapping, Mr. Cypher is a well respected Manhattan chef. He is also colorblind. Catch Chronikill this Friday night at BadmintonStamps' inaugural UNSOBER party. Here's
the flier.

SS: You are called the moron of the group, most often by Zerox. How do respond?
CC: I what?
SS: Besides you guys and me, who is the best white rapper?
CC: Ray Charles.
SS: At the Hustler Club last night, the hottest stripper let me touch her titties and then kissed me. She proceeded to slap your hand after taking your dollar. Am I really that much better looking than you?
CC: That's because when you didn't have the chance to see it I put my pinky in her pooper.
SS: You are a world renowned rapper and a world renown chef. Which do ladies prefer more?
CC: (long pause) I what?

Listen to Chronikill here and see you on Friday.

Hugo Chavez For Mayor

Take that,
Pat Robertson. Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez is not only still alive, he's sending heating oil into a financially depleted Philadelphia market at bargain-basement prices. The deal was brokered by US Representative and funkily-named Philly mayoral hopeful Chaka Fattah. Some dismiss the deal as Democrats' roundabout method of undermining Bush's critical stance on the South American leader. Still, it's hard to debate the fact that many of the families involved in the program could not afford to heat their homes before, and now they can. Call me naive, but perhaps Hugo is just becoming more socially conscious. Because in the end, we're all connected, folks. By our shared humanity. By a global economy. And sometimes, even by giant weed-smuggling tunnels.

The Pony Track Is A Punk

Comin' atcha first thing every Monday morning, it's The Pony Track, a super-fantastic long distance dedication to BadmintonStamps Collective founding member Aaron "Pony" Child. No fancy links, no clever write-ups, 'cause these awesome songs don't need no splainin'. So c'mon, ride the pony!

January 27, 2006

Click Me

The Friday Freakout's Young At Heart

Whether you want your kids to be
international chess champions, professional athletes, or billion-dollar media empire heiresses, the golden rule is always the same: start 'em young. It even holds true for rock stars. Just look at our main man and 250th birthday boy Wolfgang. Daddy took matters into his own hands and saw to it that the boy was ticklin' the ivory before he could even say "sforzando". By age 7, dude was touring Europe with pops and big sis as an ensemble, which historians agree was a sort of Victorian era Trachtenberg Family Slideshow Players, except with more powdered wigs and fewer slides. Also enjoying a brisk start are The Beautiful New Born Children, a new band (although composed of established musicians) who inked a deal with the rapidly richifying Domino last summer after mailing in an unsolicited demo. Since then, they've slapped together a furiously concise 9-song LP, and are set to take on the full festival frenzy of Austin, Texas this March. Their lead single is just the kind of high-impact organized noise that the best Friday Freakouts are made of, and probably would've rattled the baby teeth right out of young Wolfy's head.

January 26, 2006

Thursday Photo Essay

Lightning Over Long Island Sound

Thursday Photo Essay

A Most Excellent Album

January 25, 2006

The Wrath Of Vinny

That God sure is pissed. Just ask Pat Robertson or Jerry Falwell. He's angry cause of the drinking, the drugging, and the gaying it up. That's why the
terrorists knock down buildings, Sharon had a stroke, and the weather in New Orleans is so inclement. And maybe that's why George Carlin (and Ghost, Rae, and Slick Rick) decided to worship the sun. Carlin even prays to tiny tough guy Joe Pesci. Why? "Two reasons: First of all, I think he's a good actor, okay? To me, that counts. Second, he looks like a guy who can get things done. Joe Pesci doesn't fuck around...For years I asked God to do something about my noisy neighbor with the barking dog, Joe Pesci straightened that cocksucker out with one visit." Sounds good, but while Pesci would never destroy a city because they like flashing titties, he does not appreciate a flashing camera. That's right, he's no God, but even the Pesci can get pissed.

A Brief History Of Speed

1941 - The fastest biplane, the
Italian Fiat CR42B, reaches 323 mph.

1971 - Helios 1 solar probe orbits the sun at 158,000 mph, sticks out tongue at Fiat CR42B.

1975 - Peter Dowdeswell drinks a yard (1.42 liters) of ale (beer) in 5 seconds.

1994 - Peter Rosendahl traverses 100 meters on a unicycle in 12.11 seconds.

2005 - Seattle rapper Ricky Brown spits 723 syllables in 51.27 seconds.

2006? - Arctic Monkeys move over 100,000 units in 24 hours, and set a pace which may land Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not atop the record books as the fastest-selling debut album in chart history. Which means they're also on pace to seriously piss off the Gallahger brothers faster than anybody since the Gallahger brothers.

Link Potpourri

Defined. (via andrewsullivan)

Hey "Jesus", go fuck yourself.

Whipped. Defined. (via goldenfiddle)

This is an excellent movie.

A donkey.

The Greatest indeed. Look for a song tomorrow.

January 24, 2006

The Flux Capacitor

BadmintonStamps investigates the great question of the modern age: Would you rather have a time machine or a teleportation device?

The time machine has greater financial benefits (betting, stocks). And getting dressed up in gangster suits and
flapper dresses and hopping over to 1920's Peter Lugar for a five dollar steak is appealing. The entertainment possibilities also astound. It's the Ramones at CBGB's tonight and Billie Holiday at Cafe Society tomorrow. Yet I fear the machine could become a novelty. With the teleportation device your morning commute is instantaneous, as is your trip to visit friends in Taipei. Plus it's sushi in Japan for lunch and soul food in Mississippi for dinner. The time machine is also more dangerous. Period-appropriate clothes must match and ancient language barriers would be daunting. I feel that while the time machine is more adventurous and financially rewarding, the teleportation device is generally more advantageous. Luckily for the Stamps, we're putting the finishing touches on both, and should have beta versions ready by first quarter '07.

Nuclear Weapons Always Get The Radio Active

The Western world rolled out BadmintonStamps, and the axis of evil countered, naturally, with
Dart Stamps. Precisely how Iran's desire for nuclear technology and a rousing match of 301 mingle so effortlessly is one of the trickier foreign policy issues to wrap one's head around, but we think the the darts tournament in the mosque may be their version of a concert in a church basement. And really, given the state of Iranian music right now, who can blame them for demanding nuclear technology to begin with? It's a well known fact that, after women and drugs, refined Uranium is the leading rock-n-roll muse of our time, inspiring guitar thrashers the world over to new heights of expression. Doesn't the international community understand that the city of Qazvin is just a few ICBMs away from becoming the next Glasgow or Detroit (or at least the so-called "sixth borough" of Tehran)? The smattering of examples below all make a pretty convincing case that, no matter what language you speak, nothing says "pump your fists and shake your ass" like the assurance of mutual destruction.

January 23, 2006

As the Hova Turns

Stereogum has
Britney, we got Jay-Z. Think about it...

Jay signs former rival Nas to contract. NYT writes feature. BadmintonStamps smiles.

Cam'ron's Hova diss track, "You Got To Love It", was tepid, maybe a sign he's just angling for a Def Jam signing. One of the most bizarre rants in the track involves Jay-Z's age: "You talkin about you an eighties baby. You 37 years old. You's born in 1968. And I open the Daily News, how's the King of New York rockin' sandals with jeans...How's the King of New York rocking sandles with jeans and he 42 years old?" Later in the song Cam claims Jay "is 40 years old". Jay-Z is thirty-six.

Cam's other seven minute plus Hova diss, "Swagger Jacker", compiles clips from classic rappers and then shows how Jay-Z bit off these founding fathers. Convincing, but is Jiggaman really biting or just paying homage? You decide.

Speaking of biting, Luke tells Fiddy that it's a lawsuit, and they gonna litigate like it's a lawsuit.

The Pony Track Scores 'Em On The Rebound

Comin' atcha first thing every Monday morning, it's The Pony Track, a super-fantastic long distance dedication to BadmintonStamps Collective founding member Aaron "Pony" Child. No fancy links, no clever write-ups, 'cause these awesome songs don't need no splainin'. So c'mon, ride the pony!

January 20, 2006

Chocolate Gumbo

Earlier in the week, on Martin Luther King Day, New Orleans Mayor Ray Nagin dropped some controversy, saying that when his city rebuilds they are going to make it "
chocolate". Nagin continued, telling a reporter, "How do you make chocolate? You take dark chocolate, you mix it with white milk and it becomes a delicious drink.'' Now every elementary school kid in the world knows you can't define a word by using that word in the definition. But no matter, Mr. Nagin may have a point. Delicious drink baron Count Chocula has indeed increased his land holdings in recent years. According to Parliamentary Member and former New York Governor George Clinton, The Count presides over the chocolate cites of Newark and Gary, and he has set his eyes on Atlanta and even The White House (paint that shit black, yo). But N'Orleans? I'm not buying it Mr. Nagin. See, I had always heard that the boisterous port city was more of a spicy gumbo than a simple lactose based beverage, and I believe it should stay that way.

True Soul

Clap Your Friday Freakout Say Yeah!

In any given year, there are maybe, oh, 7 or 8 weeks that you look back on and think "damn...that was a fucking great week!" Well go ahead and carve a notch into the trunk of the old 'Stamps oak tree, 'cause this was the first one of 2006. What wasn't to love? We got to celebrate the life of one of the
greatest human beings ever to walk the earth, and had a long weekend in which to do it. We followed that up with another birthday - that's TWO birthdays back to back! We got celebrity close-encounters, vitriol-fueled diss tracks, and flat-out spectacular cleavage thrust upon us like so many neatly wrapped presents we were just too naughty to even hope for back in 2005. And we've seen our notoriously attractive audience grow even more numerous and attractive than ever before, to dare we say unimagined heights of numerosity and attractivaciousness. And it's still only Friday! By the time Saturday night rolls around, our heads may very well have exploded with awesome. Don't worry, though. We put down plastic over the furniture and carpet, 'cause we know how awesome stains. We also know a great Friday Freakout when we hear one, and this rockin' little interjection-themed number from Toronto's Golden Dogs gets the job done and then some. The potent combination of Constantines-y guitar grit and power-pop "ba ba bada" choruses is almost too much to stand. But we dare you try sitting through it. Great song? Yup. Great week? YEAH!

January 19, 2006

Rocking Out In Philly Is An Art, Not A Science

According to most of the blog reviews, We Are Scientists have mediocrity
down to a science, and this is somehow going to make them the next ultra-mega-huge thing in music. So, depedning on how you look at it, it's either unsurprising or totally shocking that their 9PM show at North Star tonight is not sold out.

Friday night, there's some dude named Liam Gallagher opening at North Star. While Philabuster was disappointed to learn that said dude isn't the Liam Gallagher, it also means he probably isn't a huge asshole either. In other "people who aren't asshole" news, Philebrity will be throwing "The Get Down", an old-timey $5 funk party, over at Metro Lounge.

Saturday night offers you a choice of local flavor or international intrigue. The Capitol Years and A-Sides will be knockin' shit over and givin' Jersey the evil eye at the Khyber, along with an opening band composed of runaway Illinoisemakers. On the other side of Center City, girl-with-guitar and Mercury Prize nominee K.T. Tunstall has already sold out her show at WXPN. So, yeah, good luck with that one.

I Got 99 Problems, But A Link Ain't One

Coke cans Jack White (
and CAA).

In other White Stripes news, I wouldn't want to be in a Lisa episode either.

Scientologist Issac Hayes hospitalized for exhaustion, probably from the Scientology beat-down he received for being in the Scientology episode of South Park. Also, I call reverse racism on Hayes catching no shit for being a Scientologist.

More Cam/Jay diss news: In the track "Swagger Jacker (A Biter Not A Writer)" the other Purple One uses clips from classic rappers to prove Hova is unoriginal. Jay responds, "Look in the mirror".

But where's the real beef, you ask? Right herrrrrrrrr. Nelly to open bar and grillz near St. Louis.

It's gettin' cold in herrr, so put on all your clothes. Arctic Monkeys tix sell out immediately for NYC show. Philly tix still available, and keep checking ticketweb, 'cause they release more periodically.

That Weezy Thicke Leno video got the Internet goin' nuts.

Thursday Photo Essay

And He Is Funky

Thursday Photo Essay

The Ring's The Thing

January Beef: Cam'ron Ain't Playin' Games

It was anybody's guess which would violently erupt first: Alaska's
Augustine Volcano or the thick-as-Delta Burke tension between Cam'ron and former label boss Jay-Z. Well, everybody who had money riding on the volcano can tear up their betting slips, 'cause the purple perp has just dropped a doozy of a diss track titled "You Got To Love It". Clocking in at almost 8 minutes, however, the lyricism is not entirely without ambiguity. At the song's conclusion, Cam taunts "Let the games begin, dawg." And with the XXth Winter Olympiad just around the corner, I couldn't help noticing an alternate agenda hidden among the rapper's verbal jousts. Could Cam, like the rest of us, be completey fed up with Bob Costas? The hints are there. Making fun of his age (way over 40), and his atrocious style ("sandals with jeans" may as well be "mock turtlenecks with blazers"). And doesn't Cam's slurred flow make "Damon" sound a lot like "Dan"...? Costas has acted aloof and condescending towards Dan Marino on HBO's "Inside The NFL" for years now, and if Cam'ron is calling him out on this blatant show of intellectual snobbery and disrespect, I'm right with him. Sorry Bob, but between the hall-of-fame quarterback and the 4'10" nerd from Long Island, it ain't hard to pick the real baller. Delving deeper still, the references to "Roc" may reveal a third interpretation centered on the life-and-death drama of Curling...but I haven't quite worked out all the angles yet. For now, 'Stampers, it's probably best to concentrate on the literal meanings and leave the wealth of polysemous beef possibilities for later.

January 18, 2006

Fancy Pants Report: The Purple Reign

Sometimes Badminton
embellishes, and sometimes Badminton lies, but we promise the following is completely true...

It's 2AM in Hollywood and, don't ask me how and don't ask me why, but I'm at Prince's house. Symbols adorn everything, the tennis court clay is dyed purple, and there's a basketball hoop where the blouses always win. We saunter into the main living room, pushing by Nas and Kelis, and hear a band jamming. And there he is. The Little One. The Purple One. The Great One. Prince is shredding on guitar, fronting his band through a series of funk covers. Three ridiculously gifted, ridiculously sexy singers belt out the songs as The Artist solos the night away. Doug E. Fresh jumps on the mic. Terrence Howard jumps on the mic. SkinnySlim is apprehended while trying to jump on the mic.

High off the performance, we step outside to get high off this herb. We spark that shit near Ludacris and Chris Rock. They're like, "Who these honkies smoking weed?" and, apparently offended, leave promptly. I'm like, "Nah, it's The Slim, it's all good", but it's too late. We continue to absorb the funk until it's pretty clear Prince is going to take Eva Longoria, Selma Hayek, and J-Simpson into his secret love chamber and do things to them they didn't know were possible. We head for the door and grab some purple Prince napkins, a felt lined box of chocolate, and a copy of Prince's new single. It's 4AM and the greatest thing that has ever happened in the life of SkinnySlim just went down.

18 Points On My Next Joint: A Play

The scene: A swanky post-Golden Globes party. Three white boys, BERNARD, SKINNYSLIM, and BEN HAMEEN sip cocktails and hit on the ladies. After a moment...

BEN: Oh my God.
SkinnySlim lifts his head and spots Wu-Tang Clan founding member/producer THE RZA.
The Rza!
Slim nods at The Rza. The Rza nods back.
SKINNYSLIM: I gotta roll up on The Rza.
They all walk over to The Rza.
SKINNYSLIM: Hey man, I gotta roll up on you. I'm SkinnySlim.
THE RZA (giving Slim a pound): The Rza.
SKINNYSLIM: I just have so much respect for what you do as a musician and how you present yourself.
THE RZA: Absoluetly. Thank you very much.
BERNARD: We're going to see you on Valentine's Day.
THE RZA: Hell yeah. Hammerstein.
SKINNYSLIM: Listen, I just thought of this hot line. You want it?
THE RZA: Drop it.
SKINNYSLIM (rapping): I got a car that rhymes with Errrcades/Starts with a "m" and is filled with the ladies.
THE RZA: Damn, that's the science.


I Just Wanna Use Your Links Tonight

Philly knob twister Scott Storch prepares to make Paris Hilton a
pop music superstar. Personally, I hope he succeeds. If Paris does manage to conquer commercial radio, then Lindsay Lohan and Hilary Duff will have no excuse left not to get, like, thity-one times sluttier. And in the end, isn't that what we all really want?

The biggest concert announcement of the past few days is Art Brut's spring US tour. They'll be making their first Philly appearance April 9th at the church basement. Tip of the hat to R5, whose spring '06 line-up is, so far, putting other Philly bookers to shame.

"The bobblehead, courtesy of Chevrolet, features Korver sporting a white, home Sixers uniform with hair representing Korverís latest style."

So you didn't watch the Golden Globes Monday night? Neither did I. But after glancing over a number of reviews, I've come to the conclusion that I really only missed two things.

Piling wood on the fire, 'Stamps can confirm that The Wrens' Saturday night show at North Star was totally happenin'. Seats on the stage (and amps, and kick drum) for any audience member bold enough, drum sticks for everyone, three encores, cell phones as instruments, and Outfield covers raining down like mana from 80's heaven. Here's a live clip of said mana that was floating around the band's message boards the next day.

January 17, 2006

A Million Years From Now, Ben Franklin And Cockroaches Will Still Be Here

Holy kite wires! It's Ben Franklin's 300th birthday! AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT! Of course, the chances of that happening are probably zero, since Philadelphia is voluntarily turning itself into a colonial wonderland of powdered wigs and wooden nickels for the
better part of a week. What's more, the whole city is bracing itself for possibly the dumbest plan Mayor Street has ever endorsed: an initiative to change the name of Philly's primary rail hub from 30th Street Station to...Ben Station. You think I'm kidding? I'm not. And just who's pushing for all this Franklinsanity? My money's on FISH, the sticker-wielding cult that claims the old geezer is still alive. Now, let's look past the absurdity of that claim for a moment and appreciate just how unbelievably frightening the paunchy, bald 300 year-old man would look if he were wandering around our peaceful republic in 2006. To help you properly visualize, here's what 300 in dog years looks like. Sheesh! Hopefully, ol' Benjy included a few age-defying beauty tips in those almanacs of his. Otherwise, we're all in for some genuinely disturbing snapsots on the Franklin Birthday Bash flickr page tomorrow.

January 16, 2006

Still Moving

The Pony Track Heads Off To Battle

Comin' atcha first thing every Monday morning, it's The Pony Track, a super-fantastic long distance dedication to BadmintonStamps Collective founding member Aaron "Pony" Child. No fancy links, no clever write-ups, 'cause these awesome songs don't need no splainin'. So c'mon, ride the pony!

January 13, 2006

The Friday Freakout Does Not Like Glowing Green Eggs And Ham

Look, I'm no luddite. Problems need to be fixed. Diseases need to be cured. And my life needs to be made easier and more convenient. And, nine times out of ten, that means we all need to embrace new advances from the scientific community. But there are limits, people. For a case study, let's examine the development and application of glow-in-the-dark technology. It's been widely accepted that the introduction of
Johnny Glow industrial-strength adhesive toilet strips will be remembered as one of the key developments that truly signalled the arrival of the 21st century. The product not only solves a problem which had plagued mankind since the earliest days of the privy, but is also the inspiration for one of the greatest compositions in the history of commercial jingles. But the crapper is one thing, and my dinner quite another. No longer content with their domination in the small plastic toy industry, Taiwan is now set to corner the market on glowing pork. Their new batch of transgenic, jellyfish-ized pigs absolutely screams "abomination in the eyes of god and nature". While some claim it's just an attempt to pick up the "see your meat" movement that was first championed by Crystal Gravy, conspiracy theorists argue that the creation of flourescent livestock is but a final preparatory step in Taiwan's master plan to block out the sun. Whatever the reason behind 'em may be, 'Stampers, ya gotta admit those pigs are hella scary.

Have A Nice Trip, See You Next Fall

Bad news 'Stampers: I'm off to La-la Land for a nice long weekend. But don't fret; Philabuster has my Pony Track ready to to go first thing Monday, and I'll be back on Wednesday with a very exclusive Fancy Pants Report from my jet-setting weekend of burgers and afterparties. Until then, I leave you with a great one from The Fall's classic album, This Nation's Saving Grace. Have a happy MLK Day, and as always, keep it real.

And cause zerox has been on our case, here's that Cam'Ron joint...

January 12, 2006

Weekend Music: When Philly Hankers, The 'Stamps Hunker

Tonight, you can catch a set by The Double
over at Khy-Bar. Pitchfork says their latest album sounds "like transmissions from a bad satellite feed" and reaches "impressive, shrieking heights of amp feedback and distorted electronics". SkinnySlim has accidentally seen this band like five times. Anything to add?

I saw them play my local Korean Deli for godsake. Really, all I do in life is eat, sleep, and accidentally see The Double. They're sort of a more arty Walkmen, pretty solid.

Friday night, Khyber plays host to legendary alternative hip-hoppers and Philly natives The Goats. They're not yout typical Americans. Or your typical hip-hop group. Or even your typical goats, really. (Thanks to Adam "O-Dawg" Oded for the heads-up)

Saturday night is a forked road. Imogen Heap brings her seductive electro-pop to the TLA at 8PM. On the other side of town, Jersey warriors The Wrens will be headlining a bill and selling what are, in all likelihood, illegaly burned copies of Secaucus. At the North Star Bar, don't ya know, with a 9PM kick-off.

Also, Electric Factory tickets for both Belle & Sebastian and the just-added second night of Wu-Tang Clan go on sale Saturday morning at 10AM sharp.

Thursday Photo Essay

Wave Riding

Thursday Photo Essay

Form Check!

January 11, 2006

Links 'N Links

Jerry Yeti discusses blogs, Bocce, and his life-long love affair with self-titled albums
in his interview over at Muzzle of Bees.

Tiny Mix Tapes once again asserts its dominance over Pitchfork in both the "breaking news" and "pun" departments with the announcement of a new Walkmen album, due out this April.

Meanwhile, Pitchfork is still really hung up on this whole anti-Strokes crusade. If you don't care for their new album, that's one thing, but claiming that your bad review of it will now have disasterous consequences for Morningwood? Look dude, sometimes bands just totally suck all on their own, and neither The Strokes nor Pitchfork have anything to do with it. Get over yourselves.

Tapes n' Tapes played a great set at The Fire last night. Upon arriving, I was pleasantly surprised to learn that they had been switched into the headlining slot, even though it did mean standing around through two opening bands instead of one. While there were some less-than-stellar moments, the hits definitely outnumbered the misses. Here are two songs off their debut EP. One I wish they had played last night, and the other I'm glad they didn't.

Show Me The Love!

The kids have been asking about upcoming New York concerts, and like Michael Jackson, SkinnySlim gives the kids what they want. Click the links for tickets...

-Broken Social Scene sold out two Webster Hall shows but added a third on
January 26th.

-Often considered a top five all time rapper, Rakim blesses us with a rare performance January 30th at BB King's.

-Cat Power brings her hot ass and sweet face to Town Hall on Valentine's Day. Backed by the awesome Memphis Rhythm Band.

-Also on Valentine's Day, what better way to celebrate love than to see the Wu-Tang Clan? They play Hammerstein. Tickets not on sale yet.

-Early Man will rock your teeth out. If there are any left, they'll punch those out. They're like that. It's how "they do". At Northsix, March 10th.

- Sonic Youth. Pavement. Guided By Voices. Yo La Tengo. Radiohead. Besides those guys, Stereolab are my favorite band from my formative years. They're also probably the best of all of 'em. At Town Hall , March 17th and 18th.

-Hot newness The Arctic Monkeys play March 25 at Webster Hall (not on sale). I'll be at the Philly show the next day. Join me, won't you?

Recording Academy Tells David Bowie He Can Go Ahead And Die Now

When it comes to The Grammy Awards and our friends across the pond, Rod Stewart
said it best. "They tend not to give it to the British," Stewart quipped, "unless you're Sting." Before finally winning an award in 2005, Stewart was passed over no less than 13 times. What's more, when he finally did take one home, it wasn't in recognition of his career-defining early solo work or The Faces' swaggering rock, but instead for a volume of lounge-tested and lounge-approved standards called The Great American Songbook. So it seems only fitting that, this coming February, the Recording Academy will, finally, present David Bowie with a Lifetime Achievement Award, despite having never awarded him a Grammy throughout his entire revolutionary 40-year career as a musician. The message to Brit rockers everywhere seems pretty clear. Either grow a giant gaping vagina, or don't expect any recognition until your most innovative and compelling work is, oh, at least twenty years in the past. BadmintonStamps would like to humbly implore all our favorite UK acts to please choose the latter. 'Cause we all know, they're ain't no bitch like a Grammy bitch.

January 10, 2006

Corporate Feud Boils Over, Premium Coffee The Victim

Next time somebody tells you they just dropped a bomb in the Starbucks bathroom, keep in mind that maybe, just maybe, there's more to the statement than simply misguided braggadocio or scatalogical humor. No official word yet on exactly why somebody placed an explosive device
in the bathroom of a Starbucks at a major San Francisco intersection, but you and I both know that it reeks of gang war violence. And by gang war, I mean stent war. Clearly, Johnson & Johnson did some "due diligence" of its own when it found out in which hotel rival corporation Boston Scientific's executives (the Crips of the med-tech sector) would be staying - and by proxy, which Starbucks they'd be frequenting - during the city's annual healthcare conference. They don't call these takeovers hostile for nuthin', peeps. One minute, it's all PowerPoint presentations and earnings statements. Next thing you know, there's blood and Guatemalan house blend all over the six o'clock news. "No more tears" my ass.

Link It To The East, Link It To The West, Link It To The Woman That I Love Best

Mischa Barton spotted with
blood stains in the crotch of her white pants. I'm not one to understand this whole "menstrual cycle" thing, but can this really just happen?

From the "U.K. Female rappers try to keep it real" file, Ms. Dynamite gets arrested for assault.

No Hype? Ha! The Strokes are number England.

"It's gully in the hood." Read/hear funny man Andy Milonakis at his blog.

Not so breaking news: Obie Trice shot twice in the head. He's fine, cause Aftermath crew ain't made of flesh and bone, the made of platinum, ya'heard?

Not so breaking news Part 2: "Jew run Hollywood" taps Jewy McJewjew to host Gay Oscars.

And finally, a squirrel.

January 9, 2006

Don't Let The Internet Hurt Our Strokes!

Why do irrelevant bloggers have knives out for The Strokes?

One Louder claims this
only counts as their second album because the first two sounded identical. I guess he thinks The Ramones released one album in their entire career.

Miss Productshop dismisses it: "The hype on this record is just not there." This, despite incessant internet chatter and mainstream coverage (NYT review, Spin feature, NME cover, Ariel Sharon). Read New York Magazine's Jay McInerney-penned cover story(!!!) calling the album their best yet for further evidence.

Stereogum readers reviewed it. Example: "We can't SAY we like them cuz they are officially not cool." Hey loser, I can say whatever the fuck I want. If I think they're "cool", they're cool. Followers like you should be carefully watched.

Pitchfork calls the album weak because it's a January release ("Delaying an album until just after Christmas = not screening a movie for film critics"). That wasn't a problem last year when Pitchfork gave twenty five January releases a rating of 8 or higher. Another example of unfair Stroke treatment in this cruel alterntaive rock world.

Link Or Die

White Rose Movement
cancel US tour. Dave P cancels Making Time, swiftly revokes band's "cocainesexjam" status.

When one UK band taketh away, another giveth. Belle & Sebastian play the Electric Factory March 4th with Fresh Smut Peddlers Modern Snuggle Film Directors.

The Khyber, complimentary snacks, cheap booze. I'm not sure what's so "snobby" about th...oh jazz. Da 'pile kicks off its Rock Snob Film Series with Sun Ra's Space Is The Place at 8PM. Look, they made a flier!

Are you in a band? Do you want to play a festival? In Washington DC? Well bleedin' beltway, are you in luck! But if you want to be part of the Six Points Music Festival, you've gotta hurry. The deadline for submissions is next Sunday.

Hype first, ask questions later - par for the course over at Central Village Idiot.

And remember, nominating Stereogum or Fluxblog for a 2006 Bloggie is like nominating Mariah Carey or Hoobastank for a Grammy. Vote indie! Vote often! Vote Badminton! Par les vous "Best New Blog"...?

The Pony Track Can Do Its Thing For Days

Comin' atcha first thing every Monday morning, it's The Pony Track, a super-fantastic long distance dedication to BadmintonStamps Collective founding member Aaron "Pony" Child. No fancy links, no clever write-ups, 'cause these awesome songs don't need no splainin'. So c'mon, ride the pony!

January 6, 2006

The Friday Freakout Marches On

You can keep your
wide-eyed infants and your blind puppies frolicing in the snow. 'Cause when it comes to cute, the argument starts and ends with penguins. Big penguins. Baby penguins. Evil penguins. Pretty much every kind of penguin. Well, maybe not every kind. Guillemots are kinda penguin-like. Of course, except for the monocle, they're not quite as formally attired. But on the other hand, all that fancy dressin' never got the penguins a tremendously promising rock band named after them. I've wanted to post this song by the London foursome for a few days now, but held myself back so I could give it the proper Friday Freakout treatment it so richly deserves. Like Shout Out Louds with more thump and swing, or Arcade Fire with Anglo sensibilities, or...ah, there's a million different ways to describe them, each more trendy and hype-tastic than the next, but the song really speaks for itself. It's one of the most uplifting, bouncy, limber pieces of rock I've heard in quite some time. Press play, turn it up, and get ready to bob your head like you've got a gullet full of fish. Bird's the word, 'Stampers.

Is Kayne West The Black George W. Bush?

Let's examine the evidence...

-They have hugely inflated and unwarranted egos (
bush / kanye)
-They surround themselves with a tight inner circle of talentless assholes (bush / kanye)
-They did very poorly in college (bush / kanye)
-They are Jesus freaks (bush / kayne)
-They are arguably crazy (bush / kanye)
-They have a gay fetish (bush / kanye)
-And thankfully they'll only be around for a couple more years, max.

January 5, 2006

Thursday Photo Essay

Outside The Ferry Building, San Francisco

Thursday Photo Essay


Breaking News: Philly To Host Live Bands In 2006!

Tapes 'N Tapes hit The Fire
next Tuesday, January 10th. Their debut album, The Loon, certainly has its promising moments, and has been generating blog buzz for a few months now (mp3 here). The show costs all of $5, probably a gamble worth taking on an otherwise boring winter evening.

A bit further out, February 21st will see the US release of the Arctic Monkeys' debut album, Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not, courtesy of Domino. And if you're hoping to see 'em throw their own poop around live and in person, well boy, has R5 got a ticket for you.

And a-way out on the horizon, 'Stamps favorites Stereolab have a new album, Fab Four Suture, coming out March 7th. They'll be playing the TLA just two weeks later on March 20th, and tickets for that show ($20), as well as their preceding two New York shows at Town Hall, are already on sale. Here's a preview from the new LP, which finds the band at its moogy, oxymoronic best once again.

January 4, 2006

Fancy Pants Report: Super Secret Awesome Show That's Not The Strokes

Monday night, lying half awake in bed with my
new girlfriend, I get this call on my private landline, so I know it must be important (family death, terror attack, etc.) It's C.J. calling from France, yelling about some super secret show at the Parkside Lounge. I hightail it down to the Lower East Side and into the tiny, star-studded backroom (Scarlett and Josh were there). After waiting around for another hour, staying awake doing Irish Car Bombs, French hipster-pop sensation Phoenix comes out! They're such an impressive live act that rarely shows up Stateside, so it really was a treat. But here's where things turn freakin nuts: Phoenix was dressed entirely in Kiss make-up!!! There they were, performing sweet melodic numbers like "Love For Granted", decked out in full Simmons/Stanley/Criss/Other Guy regalia. The show rocked, they debuted new material (the gorgeous "Can't Stand It Again"), and thankfully I brought my camera to document it all.

...great pics after the jump...

The lead singer was totally ferocious

Note that they even had a Kiss sign in the back

You could do some great French kissing with that tongue. Oh!

In this shot, you can totally tell that they're Froggy. Nice try, though.

Fictional Characters Discuss: The New Strokes Album

Alf: "Vision of Division", "Ize of the World" and "Electricityscape" are some of the downright great rock songs on an album that also sports more than few very good ones. Sure, "Ask Me Anything" kinda sounds like a cat dying. But I eat cats as food, so even that one's more appetizing than it is bothersome. Pitchfork dropped the ball on this one.

Borat: In Kazakhstan, they play this music in room while woman horse, sexy-time. I like.

Voldemort: The first half of that "15 Minutes" song is more excruciatingly torturous than a Dementa's kiss or imprisonment in the foul hell of Azkaban. But the second half thrills me like the sweet sensation of the Potter boy's blood coursing through my veins.

Othello: But there where I have garnered up my heart,
Where either I must live or bear no life,
The fountain from the which my current runs
Or else dries up - to be discarded thence,
Or keep it as a cistern for foul toads
To knot and gender in - turn thy complexion there,
Patience, thou young and rose-lipped cherubin,
Ay, there look grim as hell.
But yeah, I think I'll give it one more listen,
'Tis probably a grower.

January 3, 2006

No Champagne? Sacre Bleu!

I honestly thought I might have just imagined seeing this story on the news Sunday, some sort of hungover hallucination. But, quite to the contrary,
people really did riot at a New Year's Eve party in Rittenhouse Square. Yes, scarcely a few blocks away from where yours truly was throwing down hot jams and cold brews, guests at Le Jardin, the restaurant housed in the Philadelphia Art Alliance building, were throwing bottles and taking down the artwork. Note to party planners: If you promise an open bar, try not to run out of alcohol one half-hour into the evening. Honestly, as far as riots go, I think the Penn kids would've done a better job with this one, but alas, the little buggers were on vacation. To make the story more compelling, the folks at NBC 10 felt it necessary to compensate by making a 17-picture slide show...out of only 9 pictures (Daniel Reim's ill-timed blink comes back to haunt him not once, not twice, but thrice). No word yet on whether Le Jardin was still able to serve a petit dejeuner the next morning. Riots in France, and now riots in French restaurants. Even the French Kicks are rioting, sorta. Who predicted this?

Back to Byron, one more time! That slideshow is seriously the most greatest thing in the history of awesome. Please click on that thing, goddamnit.

January 2, 2006

New Year, New Playlist(s)

Talk about getting deep-sixed. Two days into the new year, and I still feel like I was run over by a truck full of confetti and noisemakers. So here are a couple of options to drown out the ringing which may or may not be as loud in your ears as it is in mine. First off, a new radioblog playlist freshly stocked with more of my '05 favorites, including tunes from Franz, Spinto Band, and British Sea Power. If you're looking for something a little less "now", download my DJ set from New Year's Eve. Designed to please a large crowd with a diverse taste in grooves, it's a solid mix of rock and hip-hop that incorporates both time-tested classics and new hotness. Imminently danceable and clocking in at a cool 45 minutes and change, it's just the thing to help recapture some of that NYE magic for people who, like me, blacked out long before the clock struck twelve.

We Got This Novelty Track Up In Here

Get yer asses moving cause Kevin Federline's spanking new hip-hop song, "PopoZao" is up in the hizzouse, ready to drop on 'dem heads and blow up in da streets. The first song of 2006 probably could of used a little less Zao and a bit more Popo, but I ain't complaining. Now we can finally decide which is worse, K-Fed's rap or Britney's nervous breakdown tome, "Mona Lisa". Vote in the new poll and hope you guys have recovered from your hangovers, cause this ain't gonna help.

This may be the single most difficult poll question we've had so far.

The Pony Track Rides Into The New Year

Comin' atcha first thing every Monday morning, it's The Pony Track, a super-fantastic long distance dedication to BadmintonStamps Collective founding member Aaron "Pony" Child. No fancy links, no clever write-ups, 'cause these awesome songs don't need no splainin'. So c'mon, ride the pony!

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Broken Social Scene - Broken Social Scene Billie Holiday - A Musical Romance Yo La Tengo - Electr-O-Pura
Silver Jews - Tanglewood Numbers The Strokes - First Impressions Of Earth Wolf Parade - Apologies To The Queen Mary