This vehicle's owner has moved and left the vehicle in the same spot for over 6 months with expires tags and inspection stickers. The tires are starting to go flat.
The sewer grate on the NE corner of Crease and Wildey Sts. has had a foul odor coming out of it for months. I first reported the smell to Water and Sewer back in the fall of 2011, and they came out and sprinkled white powder into the storm drain. But this has not fixed the problem, and the foul odor remains.
The basketball court in the middle of the sidewalk making nearly in possible to get by. The children don't stop playing when you walk past and are constantly hitting parked cars and other private property with the basketball.
For a good while now, Philly's Laser Background have been making the kind of weird, anything-goes psychedelia that makes the Flaming Lips sound like Bob Seger. But to promote their new LP Correct and its accompanying tour, they've gone even a little further out and employed some bleeding-edge technology to bring their lysergic sensibilities to the people. Directed by Greg O'Connell, the clip for Correct's "Tropic Of Cancer" is so wild, it comes with instructions:
1) WATCH THIS ON YOUR SMART PHONE, ON THE YOUTUBE APP!
* while viewable on a desktop, this is a full 3D video, meaning that it will sync with the gyroscope of your phone, and act as a porthole into the spherical world of this video. pretty wild. you can also watch it using Google Cardboard.
2) If possible, watch over wifi & set the quality to the highest possible. 1440 p preferred. Greg made an amazingly intricate & detailed computer animation that looks really great at high quality.
The band is on tour now. Google Cardboard costs like $10, though, and is worth it for this alone.
BY JOEY SWEENEY
I want to be as level-headed about this as a Philadelphian/lifelong lover of the shore can be. But it will not be easy. There will be feelings, I know — feelings I did take into account when writing the headline above. It was not clickbait. I really do mean it and believe myself when I say that we need a better Shore song than “Wildwood Days because “Wildwood Days” is garbage. We do, and it is. But perhaps we should first avail ourselves of some context: In April of 2013, the Cape May County Herald, in a piece about the 50th (!) anniversary of Bobby Rydell releasing the song, they said it better than I ever could:
An essential element of Jersey Shore lore, as well as rock music history, Bobby Rydell is to Wildwood what Bruce Springsteen is to Asbury Park.
This is irrefutable fact. And so too is it fact that it is every singer’s deepest desire to be separated from the song. Nobody wants to be known for that one song, which is why “one hit wonder” is a decidedly pejorative term — shade is implicit in its construction. Bearing this mind, I come not to bury Bobby Rydell, whose new tell-all book makes it clear that he’s ready to be re-appraised as a singer of multiple songs, and who has honored people’s love for this tune since it was released on the legendary Philly label Cameo-Parkway in 1963. I come to liberate him from the tyranny of “Wildwood Days.” I come to liberate us all from it, and demand better. For all of us.
You see, what we need to look at is that quote from the Herald above, and the song itself, and see how they do not match up: “Bobby Rydell is to Wildwood what Bruce Springsteen is to Asbury Park.” Well, if that’s the case, I think Bobby himself would tell you he would have gone for a more ambitious tune if that was the bar he was going to be held to. Because let’s A/B the comparison: Take, say, Springsteen's “4th of July, Asbury Park (Sandy)” (one of a whole canon of Bruce beach songs) versus “Wildwood Days.” One of these is laden with deeply evocative poetry, as evocative of the American working-class beachgoing experience as has ever been written. The other is a rudimentary, doo-wop cast off that has a pitiful rhyme scheme and could be about anything or anywhere else, really, if you merely swapped out the word “Wildwood” and put in something else. Does this speak to your experience of Wildwood or the South Jersey shore towns we love? Is Asbury Park so much more amazing than Wildwood that its song representation should rightfully dwarf its cousin to the south? No, and no. Meanwhile, "Wildwood Nights" could have just as easily been “Conshohocken Nights.” The closest it comes to poetry is by accident, in the phrase “party lights.” Always liked that bit.
But overall? It’s shite. It says nothing of the Jersey Shore I know and not even very much about Wildwood, particularly. And if you’ve ever been to Wildwood, you know that there is a helluva lot to say about Wildwood. Why wasn’t Bobby paying more attention? He was a kid, he didn’t know what life would have in store, who knows, but leave the man alone: He’s had to carry this tune for over half a century now. Leave him be. And, truly, fuck “Wildwood Days” and the similarly brainless/pandering “On The Way To Cape May” horse they all rode in on.
And so I leave you with what I said right up front: We need a better Shore song than “Wildwood Days because “Wildwood Days” is garbage. Because our love for the Shore is not garbage. Our love for the Shore is real. And if you’re a songwriter out there and your heart is pulled by those salty cold waves and the feeling of warm skin and, yeah, the “party lights,” consider this a personal challenge from me to write a better shore song than “Wildwood Days.”
It shouldn’t be too hard.
Because “Wildwood Days” is garbage.
· This just in: The Oval (pictured), the pop-up headed up by Parks & Rec and the Fairmount Park Conservancy, will be back from July 15 through August 21. Expect a similar mix as last year — food trucks, a beer garden, rounded out by lots of programming. This year, Mural Arts will be doing a new large temporary mural on the ground, and there will also be a bunch of programming specific to the DNC in late July.
· Spruce Street Harbor Park is now about as tricked out as it will be for the summer: SummerFest there is now open with all of the food options, including the Little Fat Ham and a full service Chickie’s & Pete’s Crab Shack; and this Saturday, the Indepence Seaport Museum will be opening its own waterfront beer garden called “Deck” (which is funny if you have any recollection of this). And don’t forget: Also on Saturday, we’ll be throwing our annual Belle & Sebastian Dance Party at SSHP from 7-9pm.
· Meanwhile, even poor neglected old Filbert Street will be getting into the pop-up game, thanks to a 2015 ArtPlace America Grant coming to fruition — the grant seeks to take the street adjacent to the Reading Terminal Market and make it a more friendly usable space. To that end, over the weekend, The Franklin Flea made its season debut on Filbert, and is slated to return there on Sat. June 18th. More events are in the works.
· The Penn Museum has announced its Summer Nights Concert Series, kicking off on June 15th with West Philly Orchestra.
· And last but certainly not least, the much-beloved Pennsylvania Horticulture Society (who frankly was kinda the Patient Zero for this whole fever) is readying both of its pop-ups for near-immediate opening. The PHS Pop-Up at 15th & South (with food and drink from the Khyber Pass Pub) is set to open Wednesday Night, and the second PHS Pop-Up at the Viaduct Rail Park at 10th & Hamilton should be open soon thereafter.