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Fun around town, for $10 or less:
Fun around town, for $10 or less:
The Sixers lost on the road to the Celtics on Friday, but finally beat the Toronto Raptors, the first time this season, 99-95 Saturday. They’re playing the Pacers today at 2PM (watch or get tickets) and the Pistons on Wednesday night at 7PM (watch or get tickets) at the Wachovia Center.
In hoops, the Sixers try to break their five-game losing streak with a win tonight against the Chicago Bulls at the Wachovia Center, 7PM. Broadcast on Comcast Sportsnet, or buy tickets.
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What's new and/or interesting on TV this week.
Pianist Gary Graffman turned a right hand injury around into a brilliant career performing repertoire written for the left hand alone. Hear him play works by Bach, Brahms, Scirabin, Corigliano, and more.
Edward Pettit wrote an enlightening cover story for this week's edition of the City Paper, proposing the relocation of Edgar Allan Poe's grave site to our fine city.
A steaming hot pile of our favorite things from around the internets.
Like the orchestra but hate the scene? Now you have no excuse not to get some culture. Saturday night the Philadelphia Orchestra is putting on a free neighborhood concert in Clark Park. All you have to do is bring a blanket, some friends, and a juice bottle filled with your favorite wine.
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Phillyist has a problem with school, specifically that we can't stop going. We're fortunate in that regard, as our current gig allows for free college classes, which we take with impunity. But we also realize we were lucky to have the resources to obtain a decent education, and the related accoutrement, in the first place.
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The Graduate lead singer, Corey Warning
My favorite person in Center City used to be Mr. Maryland, a.k.a. the flower delivery man who spent his workday walking through Rittenhouse, singing the praises of Baltimore and Silver Spring, while cursing off Philly (which I did not condone) and people who got in his way (which I did condone, because many of them were my rude customers). For a week last October, Mr. Maryland wandered about silently and my world was shattered. When he started singing that which he normally screamed, I slowly rebuilt my heart.
I still hate Valentine’s Day. I’m still bitter and I will still want to throw brightly colored, probably already stale Necco hearts at anyone who wears pink or red today.
Long before we'd ever heard Lily Allen sing, Phillyist was completely in love with her. (We even posted about it on a "This Week in Celebrity" post back in October.) Between that and the fact that the media buzz around Lily Allen is continuing to grow, we clearly HAD to start listening to her music. And now that we have her debut CD, on iTunes, it's just about all that we listen to. Allen's music is insanely catchy: a blend of Britpop, reggae, and Hip-Hop with funny, clever lyrics: the combination instantly evoked The Streets for us We find ourselves singing her most explicit lyrics to ourself, but probably too loudly, on the way home from work. Allen isn't necessarily doing anything new, but she's definitely enjoying herself. And we're enjoying ourselves, too, because anyone who samples 50 Cent to write a song about her grandmother's shopping habits gets a gold star for humor in our book. She may just be our new girl-crush.
There’s not too much going on this week in the classical music universe. It seems like most of the smaller groups around town are waiting until at least next week to start up with concerts again. Nevertheless, there are still shows to be seen!
We here at Phillyist know that a good portion of our readers may not reside within the limits of the City of Brotherly Love, and instead retreat to the pleasant confines of suburbia after a hard day's work. Rest assured, suburbanites! You are not alone, and Phillyist cares about your entertainment needs, too.

There was nothing else. A blanket of slate clouds shrouded the sun and blue sky. The misty fog which enveloped Lincoln Financial Field veiled most of the already irrelevant outside world. For those fans like myself sitting in the lower levels, not even the parking lot or other newly constructed sporting venues were visible. There was just this. No worrying about grocery shopping; no fantasizing of love interests; no wallowing in thoughts of returning to work the following morning. None of that mattered to those who had convened upon the stone sanctuary at 3501 South Broad Street. It would be sacrilegious for disciples of the Eagles to divert even an ounce of energy away from the game.
