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Many, many moons ago, this Phillyist spent her college years carousing through the mean streets of Pittsburgh. As anyone knows, a good carousing needs a soundtrack, and in Pittsburgh, the soundtrack was invariably the music of The Clarks.

6. Pony, Celebration. Video here. Katrina Ford's crazy breathless stacatto chirping "I just want to be with you" over a sick bassline kicks this party into overdrive. Or maybe I just have a thing for anti-hero type female lead singers. Either way. It works.

Silently, the audience waited, rapt with the anticipation of a season teetering in the balance. For one moment, 70,000 pairs of eyes stared, borderline maniacally, on a spot in the ground. The 39-yard line. Giants leading 16-13. The weather conditions screamed like a leviathan, suggesting the sheer implausibility of what was about to take place. 57 yards? The wind. The rain. The mud. All seeming to offer a stern “Thou shalt not pass.” Still, there David Akers stood, a thunderball of intensity and defiance. As he hunched over the holder, his icy breath distributed itself upon the environs of a stoic Lincoln Financial Field. Sav Rocca looked up for one final look, an assurance that the diminutive place kicker was ready. But Akers' eyes said it all: “This is my time.”

As the weather gets yucky (this week's high temps will be at or near fifty, but we're looking at rain, rain, and more rain), I find myself reluctantly taking SEPTA more and more often, often during rush hour. Because I try to be a courteous SEPTA rider, I make a point of not putting my belongings on the seat beside me if the subway car, trolley, or bus seems to be getting crowded. I...

They may not actually save your soul, but the Soulsavers (MySpace) - an English production and remix team comprised of members Rich Machin and Ian Glover - do have a spiritual (though not so spiritual agnostics, like this Phillyist, can't enjoy it) new album out now (It's Not How Far You Fall, It's The Way You Land, their second) which will at least entertain you, and they're coming to the mighty North Star tonight to...

What's new and/or interesting in Philly theaters this weekend. Finishing the Game - We posted the preview for this one a ways back. It's a mockumentary about director Robert Clouse's attempt to finish the film Game of Death after the untimely death of its star, Bruce Lee. In Finishing the Game, Clouse starts a frantic search for an impersonator to replace Lee, and much wackiness and Hollywood satire ensue. Sounds like fun, but keep in...

Dear Philadelphia Winter: The fact that I've started putting on a scarf for my walk to work means you're right around the corner, and there's no stopping you. For a significant portion of my life, I considered you a necessary evil. After all, without you, there would be no Thanksgiving, no Christmannakkanzaa, no New Year, right? But about three years ago, I decided that was a ridiculous idea. After all, people in, say, San Diego...

A steaming hot pile of our favorite things from around the internets. Blender has annoyed us with their lists before, but we can't help but post something that claims to be The 100 Greatest Rock & Roll Movies of All Time. And we do like a lot of their picks in the top ten (even if they did include the horrendously bad, incredibly overrated Purple Rain). Could DC be planning to kill off Bruce Wayne/Batman??...

It is against my journalistic morals to report on a game that I did not watch in its entirety, so I’m not going to do a huge story on the Eagles today. I’ll keep it real: I went to bed with ten minutes left. Someone told me that a guy named Hank Baskett scored a touchdown before the game was over? Good for him. I was already in Dreamland, sickened by the prospect of watching another minute of the horrid, masturbatory exercise that the Eagles call football these days. The fact that I missed Dexter AND Curb Your Enthusiasm to watch T.O. get his dance on in the Linc end zone made me want to put a five-iron through my 56-inch plasma (Full disclosure: It’s really just a tiny thing I got at Target). But like the immortal Oran “Juice” Jones did in his classic hit “The Rain”…I chill. And put together this lovely ditty to commemorate the Eagles 38-17 suckfest loss to Tony Romo and the far superior Dallas Cowboys. Take the jump for a very beautiful poetic dedication to our boys in green.

Friday night marked my third time seeing The New Pornographers, and as I've come to expect, they totally rocked the house. After a fantastic set by Immaculate Machine and a really solid set by Emma Pollock (whose album, , has been on pretty frequent rotation on my work computer), they took the stage, ready to perform to a sold-out crowd at The Trocadero.

Seattlest watches as a S.L.U.T. is born and Seattle Flickr users go nuts over a local art installation. A restaurant critic demands a Diner's Bill of Rights over a gnat next to her drink, and, in lieu of a Portlandist, Seattlest debates with itself over the identity of the Northwest's crown jewel. Seattlest also joins the guys from Fantagraphics for an ill-fated gun party in the woods.

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Is it fall already? Must be, 'cause tomorrow's the Fall Northern Liberties Music Festival. This all ages, free festival kicks off around three, with musical performances starting at 4:30.

Sometimes, it's hard to resist the hate. You may not be having an especially bad day – you may in fact be in a good mood. But sometimes the snark comes so naturally that you have to marinate in it. Like it's Lawry's.

We love when we get the opportunity to see a ton of bands in one shot. We love it even more when a couple of the bands are old favorites of ours and others are bands we've never heard of, because it gives us the chance to check out some new music, and if we don't like what we hear, we can always go back to the stuff we know and be completely satisfied. That's why we're pumped up for tomorrow's Vans Warped Tour at the Tweeter Center.

Banner week for SFist as the site's new editor introduced himself -- hooray for Brock! While the NY Times weighed in on SF's mayoral race, only SFist had the hard-hitting latest on candidate/activist Josh Wolf. Coverage of a protest vs. gentrification spawned a fantastic debate amongst SFist's readers. Finally, from the sublime to the ridiculous: video of a man that confused a Board of Supes meeting with "open mic night" and sang a custom version of Madonna's "Borderline" to a much-beleaguered board member.

They’re responsible for a half decade of pretty, meta-melodic British acts like Keane, Aqualung, and that band that was burned as the answer to the question, “You know how I know you’re gay?” It’s been quite some time since Travis has been an active name in music. More recently, they’ve been getting less attention as influencers, and more for their new album The Boy with No Name. It’s been 3 years since their last record,...

June 28 - Ryan Adams is in his own little world. It’s this world of genius and unpredictable behavior on the stage that makes you lose your own sense of pride. God forbid that you piss him off; everyone is pulling their best audience etiquette, hoping for smidgen of appreciation from Adams. For a guy who’s famous for walking off stage because of less than par crowds, his music is endearing as hell. Ryan...

The weather forecast has changed, and it's no longer supposed to rain today. Good thing, too, because that means that it should be nice and dry (okay, maybe nice and sticky, what with a daytime high in the upper 80s and humidity to spare) for tonight's First Friday goings-on. Here are a few of our picks if you're out and about tonight.

What with Paris Hilton's release earlier this week and the upcoming celebration of American Independence (sorry, Londonist!), we've been thinking a lot about freedom. Freedom to vote, freedom to choose, and most importantly, freedom to blog. Here are a few things we're happy we've been free to blog about this week.

If you, like Phillyist, depend on XPN's live stream to entertain you during the long work day, you're in for what might be a sign of things to come today. XPN, along with other radio stations that simulcast their broadcasts and many webcasters, is participating in the Internet Radio Day of Silence. Why would they do such a thing? Do they want to torture us? No. But the Copyright Royalty Board does. A recent ruling mandating rate increase along with retroactive royalty payments to July 2006 will lead to a virtual shutdown of online streams. Why? The rate increase will simply price most noncommercial and independent webcasters out of the market; XPN has said that they simply won't be able to offer unfettered access to their streams, as the new rates will cost them over $100,000 annually. The bite in the ass is that many independent artists are none too pleased with the decision, considering the independent and niche nature of many webcasts (find a terrestrial radio station that offers the playlist of the Polka Jammer Network. We dare you) helps them gain needed exposure.