It can be easy to forget that shoegaze, the reverb-heavy subgenre of indie rock and neo-psychedelia was primarily a genre that thrived in the 90s. With its shimmery, fuzzy stoner aesthetic, it feels like it should be back in style. At least, I had a moment of confusion when I entered Union Transfer September 22 (my first time there) for a Lush show to find a crowd of people that all looked like they could be my parents. It was then that I remembered that before their 2016 EP, they hadn’t released any music since the 90s. It all made sense.
Not being one for state pride, there aren’t many things that I miss about my home state of New Jersey. The traffic, the ‘tude, the smell, all stuff I can do without. However, since coming to Philadelphia, I’ve struggled to find a substitute for Jersey pizza. In my experiences, New Jersey pizza is exceptionally good, while Philadelphia pizza is…not. And this is quite the dilemma for me, because I love pizza the way Bernie loves socialism. So I was forced to suffer, only being able to enjoy good pizza during my brief visits home. That was, until I heard about Pizzeria Beddia.
We know Philly’s not boring, especially when it comes to the arts. Philadelphia’s art scene prides itself on a diverse mix of styles and media, creating a vibrant atmosphere of local and underground creative people. However, other than on First Fridays, how often is it that all of these diverse media outlets and artists come together to share their creative ideas amongst each other and an audience? Crystal Dreams, a new art collective, is starting with performance art and keeping Philly weird.
So, you know that movie with Matthew McConaughey and Kate Hudson where she works at a magazine and has to write an article about how to lose a guy in 10 days? I’m doing the exact opposite for Valentine’s Day. Now, I never thought I’d say this… but I’m on Tinder as of ten days ago.
arly in November, the campus was wet with rain. Temple students walked against the wind with their hoods up and heads bent down towards the puddles on the sidewalks. At the bell tower, in the midst of the bustling umbrellas hurrying to class, a group of students brandished banners and raised their voices:
The rainbow-painted concrete at 13th and Locust Streets was especially bright and welcoming as crowds gathered to witness an outdoor drag show featuring various members of Philadelphia’s Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, Queer and Ally community.