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The Inquirer this morning ran an interesting piece about the latest controversy swirling around the proposed SugarHouse casino site on the Delaware River, on the border of Northern Liberties and Fishtown. It seems that the foundations of Batchelor's Hall, a building of some historical import (see Chapter 69 here), have been excavated beneath the casino's billboard on Delaware Avenue near Frankford. Needless to say, historians and SugarHouse are at-odds about what this discovery means. More on this story as it develops.

It's nasty out, but don't let the weather keep you from exploring all that this city's artisans and art curators have to offer!

All the way from Glasgow, UK, The Twilight Sad (myspace) bring their brand of loud guitar rock to Johnny Brenda’s tonight. With tracks like ‘Walking For Two Hours’ and ‘Talking With Fireworks/Here, It Never Snowed’ you’ll be taken down hallways hearing echoes of Explosions In The Sky and Mogwai (if either produced tracks with discernible lyrics).

Gear up for next week's impending increase in temperature at The Grey Lodge's Xmas in July tonight at 6 pm. The title of this post isn't entirely accurate: the Lodge discourages any "Santa crap," instead favoring consumption of winter-themed brews. Troegs Mad Elf, Sly Fox Xmas Ale, Sierra Nevada Celebration Ale and Harpoon Winter Warmer will all be on tap. They will also have treats from Hesh's Bakery (no word if there will be carrots for any reindeer that might wander in), which are free with the purchase of sandwich or entree. Ah, Mad Elf and X-mas desserts: it's enough to take us back to the cold of December... wait, wasn't it 90 degrees in December too?

For those of you unfamiliar with The Grey Lodge Pub, Phillyist suggests that Thursday night might be a good time to introduce yourself. For on Thursday night from 6-8 pm they will be hosting Dance of the Seven Ales, featuring Dogfish Head (you guessed it!) ales. And oh, will the hilarity ensue. For, dear readers, there will be seven dances (on video), one for each beer, and as the proprieters astutely note beer has a way of inspiring the dancer inside. But even better, patrons are encouraged to create an interpretative dance to the music of their choice (which you'll need to bring along; if you don't have your old boombox, they'll hook up your MP3 player to their system) to earn a Dogfish Head ale of their choosing and possibly prizes. Costumes count, people.

Her resume includes opening for acts such as Television, Xiu Xiu, and most recently, on her previous jaunt to Philadelphia, indie up and comers Midlake. You may also recognize her as one of The Polyphonic Spree. Or, perhaps you caught her as part of Sufjan Stevens’s touring band.

Ah, Valentine's Day: refuge of the uninspired lover and bane of the singleton's year. Fear not! We present our annual offbeat V-day guide, guaranteed to add some flair to the red-heart holiday (whose idea was it to put a celebration of love and relationships smack in the middle of the great gray beast February anyway, we ask you?).

I have a crush… on a song. This is actually a common occurrence in my life. I love music. I have music playing at all times. I cannot be in my apartment without it on. I can’t drive without music (or be driven somewhere without it). Even when I hate the CD we have to listen to at work, I want it on. This need, coupled with my innate neuroses, means that I often find songs I just can’t stop listening to.

We've been totally grooving to the Robbers on High Street all week. We have their EP, The Fatalist and Friends, at home. We created a Pandora station focused on them. We're doing our best not to dance to them at our desk right now. They're the kind of high-energy, bass-driven, indiepop that we find pretty irresistible. And we've pretty much only just heard of them. (They did a very brief cameo on should not have been canceled by the way, and we remember liking them then. Clip embedded above. Also, Editor Star totally dug them when she reviewed them a year ago.) So we're excited to hear more than the four songs we've had on repeat, tomorrow night at Johnny Brenda's, where we haven't been yet but we're super-excited to check out. (We hear their Bloody Marys are awesome.)

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This Phillyist was considering translating all of today's Phillyist posts into pirate speak in recognition of today being "Talk Like a Pirate Day," - but we feared our fellow wordsmiths would take umbrage to our fiddling with their well-crafted words and would keel-haul us but good. (The pen, after all, is mightier than the sword.) So, instead, you can view Phillyist at this address to see what we'd look like if I weren't so lily-livered (thanks to Dan and Ethel's language filter).

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Phillyist has to admit, we had to gag our inner fan girl and stick her in the closet in order to compose this post. She's convinced if we put the word out that author Neil Gaiman (squueeeeee!) will be speaking at Temple University's Mitten Hall (1913 North Broad Street) at 8PM on Thursday as part of their Poet and Writers Series, that there would be a sort of fantasy lovers stampede that would prevent her from getting to see him speak. I assured her that there's likely enough Gaiman goodness to go around. For the love our comics, please don't prove us wrong.