Archive: April, 2006
Is this just "big company bad?" as one TPM Cafe commenter asked. Or is Congress truly "Giving Away the Internet?"
The hands-off-of-our Web crowd is warning that Comcast/ATT/Verizon/Time Warner will be allowed create a two-tier Internet, where premium-paying content providers will enjoy fast-lane service and those great, quirky mom-and-pop or unpaying sites, will be relegated to the slow lane - or the shoulder.
The TPM Cafe guest post, from Art Brodsky, spokesman for Public Knowledge, argues that when the FCC and Supreme Court decided last fall that the Communications Act didn't cover broadband service offered by cable and telephone companies, those providers were freed to give preferential treatment to those who bought their services or could pay more. Brodsky, a former Congressional Quarterly editor, wrote:
My grandfather Barney used to watch the Red Sox games with the sound turned down, and the radio turned up. He thought the radio team did a better job announcing, since they had to be their listeners' eyes and ears.
I think I'll try that for Monday's Flyers game.
Because I swear I saw a different game last night than the TV crew of Jim Jackson, Gary Dornhoefer and Steve Coates.
The right place, the right time is Phoenixville's Colonial Theatre at 8 p.m. Friday when Dr. John trips the night fantastic. Part Crescent City legend, part haberdashery God, the piano player born Mac Rebennack, can be heard here, (click 'listen') on a 1988 Fresh Air clip, where he plays "Tipitina," the Prof. Longhair tune, in the WHYY studio. For something a little more poimanent, his management is offering an Mp3 of "I Ain't No Johnny Mercer." And, for a little something under the counter, you might want to Walk on Gilded Splinters here. I'll have what he's having.
Same night, different place gets you Goapele at the TLA -- the daughter of an exiled South African political activist and a NY-born Jewish mother. The Oakland singer's name means "to go forward' in Setswana, the South African language of her grandmother. Her second CD is called Change it All and is on Columbia's Skyblaze imprint. Billboard blurbed: This arresting set organically mixes R&B, hip-hop, jazz, and electronica in introspective, candid songs that colorfully reflect this soulful sista's diverse range and life experiences. Goapele's smoky, sensual voice is a beacon that shines on a set that wisely steers clear of overproduction. While calling to mind such influences as Nina Simone and Sade, this classic chanteuse-in-the-making is definitely her own woman of substance. Her songs can be streamed on her MySpace page. There's a promo video where she says she likes people to make babies to her music.
Looks like I wasn't the only one to miss Mama Kangaroos: Philly Women Sing Captain Beefheart. "I thought I'd seen it all, but no," writes Ed Ward by e-mail from Berlin. He links the Genus Records web site, which explains the project where 20 local artists cover the songs of the Capt., aka Don Van Vliet. It's never too early in the morning for a taste of "Lick My Decals Baby" by Kiss Kiss Kill.
Trying to picture what the '51 Phillies looked like? Not sure why, but this will help: a graphic database of major league uniforms, showing what each team wore. The Phillyist, which found this, notes 1947 was the year when baseball discovered people of color. 1995 began a six-year period when the models looked pumped on 'roids. It also wonders if a young Charlie Manuel serves as the model for the modern-day player.
(I was known in those days by the nickname Adam)
Be-In's at Belmont Plateau....
(The one I remember most vividly had Tracy Nelson's band, Mother Earth. I think it was August 1969.....trying to find the exact date.)
Electric Factory when it first opened.....
(First time I ever saw Procul Harum.)
Former Philly rock writer Chuck Eddy done as music editor of The Village Voice? Gawker says so, though it says this without complete certainty. The New York Observer is more emphatic, quoting pop music eminence Robert Christgau as saying the deed is done. "Chuck Eddy was fired," the Voice's Christgau told the paper. "That's the fact. I'm not going to explain it."
Eddy would be the 17th staffer let go since the Voice merged with New Times in November. Will the Voice no longer be "a haven for thumbsuckers?" Time to order more reporter's notebooks?
A Gawker commenter shows a lack of appreciation of what this means.
"This may currently be the most dysfunctional sports town in America bar none," A Swing and A Miss begins his post, written after the Sixers' two biggest stars, AI and C-Webb, pulled a fade on their fans and their team.
It's too painful to summarize.
Read it all here.
Say Goodbye to Scott McClellan.
"Kill the Messenger," the Huffington Post headlines the departure of the rarely flapped White House spokesman.
"Bye, Scott," reports Drudge.