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April 30, 2008

Mosh Martyr

We've all been there. You're in the audience of indie rock concert X, standing on the fringe of that shifting no-man's land where the passive observers meet the movers, shakers, and jump-up-and-downers. You suck it up and deal with the occasional jostle, which you realize is fair trade-off for being so close to the stage. Then the moshing starts. You're too busy protecting your face to enjoy the show, and your arms are tired from shoving sweaty dudes back into other sweaty dudes. But how do you stop the moshy menace? I'll tell you how. Push a girl over. Now please understand that, on the whole, Philabuster is a man who treats a lady in strictly chivalrous fashion. I open her car door, point out broken glass on the sidewalk, and always
share my largess, if you know what I mean. But the moshing situation demands that chivalry go right out window. Nobody will care if the shirtless goon in the middle of the throng falls and splits his skull open. To the contrary, all that does is feed the frenzy. But if the short redhead gal on the fringe of the pack - the one that's huddling with her two friends just trying to stay out of the way - trips and scrapes her elbow, everything comes to a dead stop. Previously silent bystanders begin to actively chastise the offender. Adjacent moshers reign it in. Often, even the band will take an interest, inquiring suggestively between songs whether everybody's ok down there. So, next time you're standing there, and an innocent girl gets thrust backwards toward you by the lurching crowd, resist your more gentlemanly impulses and let her drop like a sack of flour, safe in the knowledge that a greater good is being served. You'll both be enjoying the memories of a subsequently mosh-free concert long after her bruises have faded away.

April 29, 2008

BadmintonStamps Presents: Black Ghosts, Thunderheist, Dave P & Time Machine

Ever since we Pony Tracked "Some Way Through This"
last year, we've been trying to get Black Ghosts to throw down proper in Phildadelphia. On Friday, May 9th, the trying will stop, and the freaking the fuck out will begin. BadmintonStamps is proud to announce the first of four totally free parties that is going to make your summer hotter, cheaper, and maltier than ever before. It's going down at The Barbary just two Fridays from now, and will feature the first-ever Philly performance by London's Black Ghosts, as well as a live set from Montreal's 8-bit ghetto blasters Thunderheist and disc jockery from Dave P and Time Machine. Besides the free show, you also get free Colt 45 from 9-11PM, and free soft pretzels all night long. The word crazygonuts was invented for situations like this, people. All you need to do is RSVP online, then show up at 9PM and do what comes naturally. It goes without saying that space will be limited, so the best advice we can give you right now is to RSVP at the site thusly linked (type "BadmintonStamps" in the box labeled "affiliation"). Once the party's full, it's full, so don't delay. To recap, that's...

Free music,
Free booze,
Free pretzels,
On a Friday night.

We'd say it's extraordinary, but honestly, this is just how we roll. See ya there, Philly.

Not Free Tibet

It's been forty years since the social revolutions of 1968. Anniversaries and commemorations are in full effect, celebrating the free sex, free drugs, and free police beatings. One thing that wasn't free in 1968 was the protest paraphanalia. Whether it be a black wristband, a tie dyed American flag, or guns that shoot flowers, 1968 was the heyday of the protest industry. But today ain't like the good ol' days when there were riots in the streets every day. Protest is a perfect profit opportunity, but the industry went into decline in the 70s and hit a full-fledged recession ever since do-it-yourself effigies came into fashion in 1980s Iran. Mom and pop protest shops have been on death's door with no reprieve on the horizon. Enter that ingenious little manufacturing machine known as China (editor's note: badmintonstamps is
banned in China). The Chinese know that when you don't have a market, you create one. So they decided they needed to drum up some protest. Now, protesting is illegal in China, so they had to drum up protest outside of the country. And what better way to create an international protest phenomenon than by killing Tibetan monks. It's a simple plan. Murder monks, let international protesters get riled up, make "free Tibet" flags in your factories, watch the money pile up. That's right, kiddos, the Chinese Government made your "Free Tibet" flag. Looks like the joke's on you, hippie. That should teach you to stop caring about dead monks, and teach all of us an important economic lesson.

April 28, 2008

Ticket Giveaway: Tokyo Police Club @ First Unitarian

We'd be excited enough just to have
"Fuckin' Nuts" alums and generally rad dudes Tokyo Police Club back in town performing tonight at the church basement. But the pot has been massively sweetened by the fact they're touring in support of their debut LP Elephant Shell, easily one of the year's best albums so far, and a fixture in the Badminton HQ stereo for nearly a month on now. Like audio tapas, the record's eleven bite-sized morsels of rock are gone before you know it, but sport hooks big and bold enough to leave you more than satisfied. So, in the spirit of the album's brevity, we've got a pair of tickets to give away lightning round-style, to the very first person who e-mails with their name and the subject heading "IN DA CLUB". Bingo! Bango!

The Pony Track Ain't Ready For The Apocalypse

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!

April 21, 2008

The Girlfriend Track Gets Hitched

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.

I never mess with another man's woman, except of course if he's a Red Sox fan. But that doesn't mean I can't fantasize. This moral law (the not messing with another man's woman) is a Sam Malone creed. Sam believes you can do whatever you want, to whomever and with whoever you want, as long as it's consensual and it's not with another man's woman. Ironically, on Cheers, Sam Malone was an ex-Red Sox, which means I would mess with his women. Plus they were stupidly hot. Oh, did I mention I'll mess with another man's woman if she's stupidly hot? But that's fair. Trust me from experience that, if you date a stupidly hot woman, you have to know that every man will try to make a move on her, even if they're related to her. This is the cross to bear when you're with a stupidly hot woman, and stupidly hot women will judge you by how cool and nonchalant you react to this onslaught of sleazy pass making. But back to the taken women. There is something so delectably nasty sexy about a woman in a committed relationship, wheeling around her baby stroller or carrying groceries home for that evening's supper, who gives me that longing, even pleading, smile as she passes by on the street. I would never, but I want to always. Big Joe Turner feels what I'm saying, and let's be honest, all those ladies with rings 'round their fingers feel what Big Joe Turner and I are bringing.

April 14, 2008

The Pony Track Spills Chills

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!

April 10, 2008

Thursday Photo Esssay


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To The City!

April 8, 2008

In The End There Was Light

As our regular readers know, SkinnySlim is only in it for the money. And nowadays, there's one word that's synonymous with money: prequels. "Prequels," you ask, "what are those?" Yeah, I didn't know either. Apparently a prequel is when there's a successful movie or book and then someone writes a new, lamer story about what happened before the movie or book began. "Oh, like a sequel!" Well, sort of. Except my understanding is that a sequel tells the lamer story of what happens after the movie or book ended, not what happened before it began. Thusly, the story that happens after the movie or book begins or before it ends is simply called the quel. But the beauty of prequels is that you can just take an existing success and exploit it for your own pocketbook/agenda. Some guy named George Lucas did this to those kickass Star Wars movies, and he ended up making millions even though he clearly had none of the talent of the guys who created the originals. Now the truth is, the same thing applies with a sequel. See the Beverly Hills Cop/Lethal Weapon films for evidence. But here's the rub. They already made a sequel to the most successful story of all time. It's called the New Testament. But they ain't ever made a prequel. That's where SkinnySlim comes in. That's right, I'm prequelling the Bible. What was this God character up to before the whole Earth thing? Crazy shit, that's what. Dude was on a whole different tip. Lots of dragons, lots of flying giraffes, lots of erkimats. What are erkimats? Crazy shit, that's what. Crazy prequel shit, in fact. See, with a prequel you can make up whatever nonsense you want, as long as it ends at the beginning of the hit story you're capitalizing on. I bet you didn't know God was into macrame before Earth. He made a whole planet out macrame. He even made an erkimat out of macrame. But in the end everything went dark. Very dark. And God was confused and lost, mostly because it was so dark that he couldn't find his way around. And then God created the heaven and the earth. And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. And God said, Let there be light: and there was light. The end

April 7, 2008

Tonight: A Little Q&A

Ignore the description on the Khyber calendar, 'cause all deacdes are fair game this evening. Awesome prizes abound for winners and losers, though the prizes for the winners are a little awesomer. And really, when you get to spend Monday night flashing your music trivia muscle like a peacock in heat, aren't we all winners?

Haiku Review: Les Savy Fav @ The TLA, 4/5/08

Roaming through the crowd,
"I'm more naked with clothes on."
Chaperones upstairs.

Haiku Review: Handsome Furs @ North Star Bar, 4/4/08

US Customs tale:
"Yeah, the anal rape was wierd."
That's legal tender.

The Pony Track Is All Love

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!

April 4, 2008

Get Right Sunday Night

We can all agree that, for the most part, Sunday nights kinda suck. No good parties, not that you'd want to go anyway, what with the next day being Monday and all. You're tired, you're broke, and you've already seen this week's [insert HBO series here]. Sometimes it's even raining. The situation is, if we may be so bold, poopy. But April of 2008 is gonna change all that. Every Sunday night this month, our pals Greyhounds will be performing in residency at
The Khyber, along with a rotating cast of other local faves, bringing that Philly rock good like a Philly band should. What's more, each one of the shows is TOTALLY FREE, so you can break the bank elsewhere, safe in the knowledge that a little rock and roll lovin' at weekend's close won't cost you a dime. We're talkin' E-Street energy, Jam moxie, Libertine recklessness - all, as they say, gratis. Expect fun times, cheap drinks, special surprises, and the thrill of living the Sunday night life you always thought was just beyond your grasp.

This week's residency kick-off features an undercard with The Neighborhood Choir and Major Leagues, two acts that the 'Stamps is so jazzed about, we're actually helping them release a split vinyl 7" later this year. Birth of a label, you ask? We like to think of it more as a progressive social movement, but we'll go with whatever fits. The Neighborhood Choir craft roomy shamble-rock that's as understated as it is catchy. The Major Leagues? They had us at "Montel Jordan". It's a stone-cold fox of a line-up, and there's no point in putting off your complete infatuation with all three of these bands any longer. Which is all a very roundabout way of saying: we'll see ya Sunday night.

This Weekend In Philly Is Ka-Ray-Zee

Your Friday night is mercifully straightforward. Handsome Furs finally make up for last fall's Khyber cancellation with a show at
North Star. For those not knowing, basically, the rock star half of Wolf Parade has ditched the loud whiny dude half in favor of a sexy lady who knows how to keep her mouth shut and drop beats half. Wholly awesome.


More specifically, for example, you've got Les Savy Fav's (pic'd) first Philly show since 2003 at the TLA. It's virtually impossible to describe what their shows are like, but just to make sure everybody knows what they're in for, think part Making Time, part Burning Man, and part Eyes Wide Shut. Seriously, I still have a mask from the last time I saw them. A mask!

But I'm getting ahead of myself. Earlier on Saturday, put on your "College" t-shirt and head over to the Human BBQ at Pi-Lam. No better way to kick off the day than a Brown Recluse Sings brunch, plus a smattering of other bands foreign and domestic.

Ok, back to nite time. If I didn't have tix for the Fav, I'd definitely fer sure be at Johnny Brenda's catching the French Kicks. Or at North Star for the long overdue return of sentimental 'Stamps faves Ambulance Ltd. Or puttin' the dance back in my pants at the April installment of Hurrah down at Medusa Lounge. Totally.

Oh shit, and Ladyfingers is back in town, too! The badass of bluegrass is bringing his punkabilly revival to the Old Swedes Church, of all places. And what's this? An after party at For Pete's Sake? With FREE BEER??? Yup, Philadephia Brewing Company is steppin' up their game and lubricating everyone who has the good sense to buy a ticket. People, this is officially not optional.

Sunday night super awesome rock info forthcoming...

April 2, 2008

We Can Also Teleport

I know what you're thinking. You checked Badminton last night before bed, but the site remained frustratingly stagnant since last Wednesday. When you return today, presto! Several more days' worth of posts have appeared, as if by magic. Actually, it's just another case of Google dishing out some good old everyday inspiration. Yesterday, they introduced
Custom Time, a new Gmail feature that allows users to backdate e-mails they send to others, retroactively meeting deadlines and remembering birthdays that have long since passed. It didn't take long to conclude that we, too, could utilize this sort of temporal chicanery, and effectively cover up a week's worth of laziness with a few well-placed HTML brackets. And just like that, you've got plenty of hot fresh 'Stampsness for the perusing that you had somehow failed to notice until just now. Seriously, how'd you miss all that? Of course, the news that Custom Time Gmail was but a clever April Fools hoax came as something of a disappointment, and we briefly thought about taking the backdated posts down. But, when we stepped back just a bit, a larger picture emerged. We realized that we had accomplished the sort of fraud in earnest that even a company as powerful as Google could only offer in jest, and decided to leave the content untouched, testimony to our newfound mastery of time and e-space.

April 1, 2008

What Black People Like

There's this website that's become very popular. It features observations on what white people like. I believe that is in fact what it's called. Little did I know that the guy who writes it is white. Which is bullshit. It takes no balls to make observations about your own race. However, it takes three balls to make observations about another race. Which is what I've got. Three balls. So what do black people like? Entry number one: Tyler Perry. Entry number two: Red Lobster. Look, I got a million of these. This is my fucking hobby. They trick out their railings. "What?" Yes, they trick out their railings. Here's
a photo my boy took in Bed Stuy. That's right, I have a staff working on this. They also like bad rock music. I've read countless interviews with rappers where they're all like, "I bet you didn't know I like rock music." Then they play either Linkin Park, Panic At The Disco, or John Mayer. Black people, especially black rappers, are really into John Mayer. How about R. Kelly? There are millions of people who love R. Kelly. Me and the dude at the end of the Ignition Remix video are the only white guys who love R. Kelly. There's also Pepsi, Barack Obama, Nextels. You know, those "adult" walkie talkies. If I'm sitting next to you on the bus, I'd much rather hear both ends of the conversation than just your side. It's considerate. In the end, like my balls, the points here are three. One is that white dudes should give it up already. Two is I spend way too much time thinking about black people. And three, even with the Red Lobster and John Mayer, these black people are on point and should be pretty damn proud.

March 31, 2008

The Name's Track. Pony Track.

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!

March 27, 2008

Thursday Photo Esssay

Take It Outside Boys

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Blood Sport

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March 26, 2008

A Penny Linked Is A Penny Earned

Say goodbye to The Tweeter Center, and hello to
"The Sus". In these uncertain economic times, it's really comforting to see our nation's banks making such savvy investments.

Meanwhile, has anybody else noticed how Brooklyn Vegan has been sporting a mild obsession huge rubbery blog-on for Doylsetown, PA folksman Peasant over the last few weeks? Also, has anybody else tried to copywrite "huge rubbery blog-on"? No? Really?

Indiana label Secretly Canadian has struck a deal with Philly's War On Drugs. Their presence on the roster next to bands like Bodies Of Water and The Impossible Shapes should ensure the label's dominance in the "incredibly mediochre" niche market for at least the remainder of the decade.

Is "grof" Wilmingtonian for "jawn"? The answer may or may not lie buried under layers of silly string, diet cola, toilet paper, confetti, and deli mustard. The Spinto Band whet apetites for their forthcoming EP, Moonwink, with this slow-n-messy-motion music video for brand new song "Summer Grof".

Haiku Review: Sons And Daughters @ Johnny Brenda's, 3/23/08

Swayin' side to side.
Where'd you find that bass player -
Robert Palmer's dreams?

March 25, 2008

Play Ball

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At six o'clock this the morning EST, The World Champion Boston Red Sox began the defense of their title in World Champion form, winning an extra innings, come from behind twice, MLB season-opening affair in front of a sold-out Tokyo Dome crowd of 55,000 in Japan. Baseball's back, Manny's limber, and all's right with the world.

You may now go on about your regularly scheduled Tuesday.

March 24, 2008

We Are The BadmintonStamps

Regular reader and
Chronikill co-rapper Zerox One is always complaining to me about how, unlike rappers, rockers don't ever identify themselves in their songs. He's like, "I really need these bands to be like, 'It's Stone Temple Pilots' somewhere in the song so I know it's not Pearl Jam or whatever." Thankfully there are some rock bands that have heeded your words. Well, they've mostly heeded your words before you uttered them, but the point is that words were heeded and band names dropped. Here's a select list of tunes where the artists had the thoughtfulness to tell you who the hell they are.

The Pony Track Goes Out At Night

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!

March 20, 2008

Thursday Photo Esssay

Just Another Manic Maundy

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Rose Is Gangsta

Blinds Are Like Regulars Now

New York State Executive Mansion has been home to state's Governors since 1875, and the revolving door of residents have always updated the mansion to suit their particular needs. Teddy Roosevelt added a gym because he was an exercise nut. Franklin Roosevelt added a pool because his gimpy polio body couldn't handle Teddy's old school workout machinery. Alfred E. Smith (pic'd), meanwhile, oversaw the construction of a zoo, alledgedly on account of his strong beastiality fetish. Now, David Paterson has joined this distinguished list. As the state's first blind governor, Paterson has overseen the outfitting of the house with a new, state-of-the-art Voice Identification System on all of the mansion's furnishings. As the contractor's compelling sales video clearly demonstrates, this handy upgrade will make sure that the new Governor doesn't accidentaly walk into a pull-up bar, fall into the pool, or fuck a peacock.

March 19, 2008

The Girlfriend Track...The Movie

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.

If you want to get down with SkinnySlim, there are certain tests you must pass. These tests can be physical. I require someone skinny and slim who is also strong enough to be my woman. These tests can be intellectual. I require someone who is smart enough to know at least the basics of history, science, and maths. These tests can be demeaning. I will tightly cover your naked body in saran wrap and, using a sharpie, circle any excess fat. Not that I mind excess fat, it's just important for me to have a woman who will let me do something that awful to them. Look, I'm a sick bastard. And I'm worth it. But of all of my tests, my favorite has got to be the one of the cinematic variety. See, there are five films that my girlfriend must appreciate. If she doesn't like them, it's a complete deal breaker. The films are: Tootsie, Lola, Trouble In Paradise, Days of Heaven, and Spinal Tap. Of all of these glorious movies, the one that is the most important for my lady to appreciate is the Tap. If you can't enjoy Spinal Tap, then no matter how amazing you look or how smart you may be, you ain't tapping this ass. Because the girl who can't appreciate a song about big bottoms is the girl who's never going to get the chance to appreciate me pointing out her big bottom while it's covered in sharpie-marked saran wrap.

March 17, 2008

Oh, Where Will The Pony Track Sleep Tonight?

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!

March 14, 2008

The War Between The States

Due to the chaos and clusterfuckishness of the Democratic primary race, Michigan and Florida have been
all over the news the last several weeks. Of course, this is not the first time the two States have been linked. The following BadmintonStamps post, which originally appeared in June of 2006, chronicles the contentious relationship between these two peninsulas:

Whoever said, "Sticks and stones can break my bones but words won't hurt me", never read about the Great Michigan/Florida War of 1835. The brouhaha began when Governor Stevens T. Mason changed Michigan's state motto to "If You Seek a Pleasant Peninsula, Look Around." This prompted Florida, brimming with peninsula pride, to change their motto from "The Fountain of Youth" to "Fuck Michigan". The State Legislature of Michigan then proposed the new motto, "Michigan: An Erect Penis, As Opposed to the Flaccid Penis Florida Has On." The resolution was narrowly defeated after the Michigan Grammar Police convinced voters that State mottoes cannot end in a preposition. But the dye was cast and War was declared. The States' armies met in the neutral ground of Tennessee. Not pleased at hosting the battle, Tennessee changed their motto to "Peninsulas Are For Gays". This led the (then) nation-state of Fire Island to declare war on Tennessee, deploying an army of flamboyantly clad soldiers to the South. Instead of fighting, these warriors sauntered around the State, snapping their fingers dramatically while whispering, "Fire", as if they were in a Bob Fosse musical (which, in fact, many were). The surprising tactic caught all parties off guard, a truce was declared, and peace between the North and South has remained ever since.

March 13, 2008

Thursday Photo Esssay

Don't Mess With My Ducktail

Thursday Photo Esssay

You're So Deep Out On The Lawn

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Boo Hoo

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'
surprising and controversial stance on "boo", a slang term the article's authors boldly label "dated". The claim that "boo" is so five minutes ago riled the feathers of many current Top 40 artists who still regularly employ the term, especially Chris Brown, who goes so far as to rhyme it with itself prominently in the opening bars of his most recent hit. "It's the 'orange' of the 21st century," said an exasperated Brown. "Seriously, how else am I supposed to finish that couplet?" Pop star objections not withstanding, the gravity of the article's indictment is ultimately a damning burden, and plans are already in the works to officially retire the term alongside reliable but out-moded stalwarts "bling" and "jiggy".

Lip Service

March 11, 2008

Haiku Review: Lightspeed Champion @ World Cafe Live, 3/7/08 (Free At Noon)

What's up with the hat?
Fine tunes, but seriously -
What's up with the hat?

March 10, 2008

The Pony Track's Got A Big Chain Round It's Neck Like Off The Amistad

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!

March 7, 2008

Link Madness

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.

March 6, 2008

Thursday Photo Esssay

Hand Eye Coordination

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Cool House

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Kiss The Mediocre Cook

March 5, 2008

Supershirts Vs Superblouses

master of records Shawn Ryan has teamed up with Philly's master of party flyers Peter Dragontail to form Philly's newest master of remixes, a project they're calling Superprince. No website or myspace presence yet. Just one extended afro-pop edit and a logo that we're pretty sure is just unambiguous enough to land them on The Purple One's to-sue list.

March 3, 2008

The Moustache That Makes You Cool

Last week, I put forth a well thought out and fundamentally sound argument for why Jewish people
should dress like Hitler with a day-glo moustache. The piece ended with the sentance "So see you tomorrow Hitlers, and remember, the salute is still offensive." Well, it seems that somewhere along the path of me writing this sentiment on my Brother P-Touch and it being sent through the interlocking messenger tubes known as the Internet, the meaning got lost in translation. Because tomorrow (read: "the following day") you (read: "The Jews") were not dressed as Hitler (read: "Hitler"). Which was a bit of a fucking problem, Jews. Cause I was dressed like Hitler, day-glo moustache and all. Which led to a bit of an embarrasing situation, being that I was the only person walking around New York dressed like Hitler in a day-glo moustache. Look Jews, you guys are all lawyers. Do you see a disclaimer on this site saying, "For entertainment purposes only"? No, you don't. The only claim this site makes is that we are "The Blog That Makes You Cool." Which is true. But only if you do what we say. And trust me, dressing like Hitler with a day-glo moustache is cool. Or it can be, if more than one of us does it. So shape up heebs; this is your, or should I say our, last chance. Tomorrow. Hitler. Day-glo. Be there.

The Pony Track Knows What You Mean

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!

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Yeti Don't Dance
Your Standard Life


All Music Guide
The Hype Machine
Loose Record
More Cowbell
Tiny Mix Tapes
The Wire (UK)


Bowery Ballroom
Danger! Danger!
Electric Factory
The Fire
Johnny Brenda's
The Khyber
The M Room
Mercury Lounge
Millcreek Tavern
North Star Bar
Philafunk Live
R5 Productions
RVNG Intl.
Theater of Living Arts
Tower Theater
The Trocadero
Webster Hall
World Cafe Live


Pinstripe Alley
Over The Monster




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