How many gimmicks can the local music media coax out March Madness? As the owl in the Tootsie Pop commercial would say, "let's find out!" Up first, the
Philly Rock Shootout, a battle-less battle of the bands sponsored by City Paper and Y-Rock. Question is, who was asleep at the switch
for CityPaper during their "draft"? If you take a look at
Y-Rock's half the bracket, it's pretty obvious they're winning it by a landslide . That said, 'Stamps would love a
YMD cinderella story.
In other Y-Rockness, the station is inviting Penn students to be
DJs for a day. Post your Shins marathon jokes in the comments.
The birth of beef?
Philadanco complains about the crowd its cross-street neighbor, music venue
Philafunk, is drawing to the 'hood. L&I shows up at 11:55 last Friday night and orders the venue to cease operations, citing a litany of minor code violations such as insufficiently flame-retardant curtains and insufficiently slidey bathroom door locks. Not cited:
insufficiently entertaining line-ups. So, yeah, this news doesn't really affect any of your plans.
TALK AB... Talk about a rare occurence! When the
RVNG dudes are actually moved to the point of
typing in lowercase, you know they're speaking from somewhere deep down in here. This time, they're waxing poetic-sentimental about a trippy white dude named
Bobby Brown. We appreciate the sincerity. At BadmintonStamps, we get the same way whenever we start talking about a trippy black dude named Bobby Brown.
Comin' atcha first thing every Monday morning, it's The Pony Track, a super-fantastic short distance dedication to BadmintonStamps Collective founding member and internationally renown symbol for musical excellence 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!
Say goodbye to The Tweeter Center, and hello to 
Swayin' side to side.
Regular reader and 
The 
The Girlfriend Track is song that SkinnySlim deems sexy for a lady to
feel. We're talking about songs where, if my girl said "Yo, turn this
up", I would be turned on.
Due to the chaos and clusterfuckishness of the Democratic primary
race, Michigan and Florida have been 
Shocking. That's the only way to describe the contents of today's New York Times article introducing the world to MySpace whore/actual whore Ashley Alexandra Dupre. The big news, of course, has nothing to do with the biographical minutiae of Ashley's childhood or journey into hookerdom. What has the world - and especially the music world - abuzz is the Times' 
I got a tattoo. Years in the contemplating, I finally went out and did
it. And as you all know, when SkinnySlim does something, he doesn't
fuck around. He goes full throttle. That's why I got an inner lip
tattoo. Actually, I got two inner lip tattoos. One has an arrow
pointing towards my throat, with the word "Food" below it. The other
has an arrow pointing away from my mouth with the word "Brilliance"
below it. Cause, you see, food goes in and brilliance comes out.
Problem is, the tattoo artist didn't share my skills with the
brilliance, and he reversed the order. So now I have "Brilliance"
pointing towards my mouth and "Food" pointing away from it. Which would mean
food would go out and brilliance would come in. Since I don't want to
spend the rest of my days eating my words and vomiting, I am in a bit
of a jam. At first I tried biting my lip like 
What's up with the hat?
I do many things very well, and I do other things not at all. Example
of the former: dancing. Example of the latter: driving. Then there are
those things I do, but not particularly well. An example here would be
wrapping presents. A final category in the Things SkinnySlim
Does/Doesn't Do list would be things I do well, but not particularly
sexy. An example here would be cooking. I'm not a sexy cook. Sexy with
the lovemaking, sexy with the music selections, not sexy with the
food. Oh, I'll cook for you. I'll make you a little pasta with pesto
or a nice pork chop with rosemary. It's going to be clean, cooked
thoroughly, not poisonous, and, well, fine. But I don't give food
life. I don't infuse it with any, as they say in France, "jennooze say
kwa." Which is fine. Because you can't be sexy at everything. George
Clooney? He's not sexy at everything. Probably most things, but not
everything. And those 
Philly's 
Last week, I put forth a well thought out and fundamentally sound argument for why
Jewish people 
