It's that time of year folks, when we all lay down plans for the new year before promptly "forgetting" about them a month later. I'm hoping that making mine public will force me to stick to them... but check back with me in February.
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Maybe there was a demand for this kind of thing in the eighties. But Phillyist would imagine phone sex with this woman is only slightly better than phone sex with Fran Drescher. At least she's not offering a glass of "wooder."
So maybe a week of rain isn't the best time to ask you about your favorite place to stand outside and wait for food. But Phillyist wants to know: what's your favorite food truck in the city?
To the guy at the gym who doesn't shelve his weights:
Those with a taste for the obscure and the old-fashioned, as well as those with large vocabularies and a love of the sea, might want to climb aboard ye olde Electric Factory this Friday night at 8:30 when The Decemberists come to town as part of their "Flight of the Mistle Thrushes" (see what we mean?) Tour. The Decemberists are out behind their latest disc, the wonderfully whimsical, yet also dark and atmospheric, Picaresque. Their music - on Picaresque as on all their albums - has a distinctive sound that's hard to describe. But Phillyist can certainly try! Listening to The Decemberists is like entering a strange fantasy world, the late 19th century/early 20th century past of a parallel universe, populated by pining ghosts, exotic grand princesses, lovelorn spies, and vengeful seamen swallowed by whales. Each song tells its own weird little story, while also delivering jaunty indie rock stylings.
By Daniel J. Linehan
