Wednesday night found Pheewrap pulsating deep in the bowels of Northeast Philly.
Just to verify, Constant Reader, Northeast Philly is not a mildly overweight African-American roundheel with a trick jaw and a vial of painkillers. If it was, this post would be hell of a lot more interesting.
No, friends, by Northeast Philly, I mean Fishtown, and by Fishtown, I mean Johnny Brenda's, and by Johnny Brenda's, I mean none other than the Detroit superstars, Electric Six.
"This is my drummer. He's a professional drummer. He's going to do a great job for us tonight."
- Dick Valentine
Thus spoke the legendary frontman of this antiband, and from that point forward, joy was supplied in steady doses to a willing throng happy to indulge in a little-known ensemble playing in a dicey neighborhood on a school night. So what if E6 took the stage at 11:20PM? So what if lathered carney-types spent the night slipping on a beer-soaked floor to treat the surer-footed to a live interpretation of Faith No More's "Epic" fish-flop? It was just a good time, plain and simple.
What really matters is the role of E6 as it pertains to this, the longest of sleepovers. You see, it was Yah-Koab who brought Pheewrap and Canadian Tuxedo to the altar of The Six on a Bushwick Winter's Night many years ago. Through the futher merits of The Six, I came to know Whofleck, whose influence I carry with me through these posts.
The Six is the melange, you see.
The Six is the spice.
Just to verify, Constant Reader, Northeast Philly is not a mildly overweight African-American roundheel with a trick jaw and a vial of painkillers. If it was, this post would be hell of a lot more interesting.
No, friends, by Northeast Philly, I mean Fishtown, and by Fishtown, I mean Johnny Brenda's, and by Johnny Brenda's, I mean none other than the Detroit superstars, Electric Six.
"This is my drummer. He's a professional drummer. He's going to do a great job for us tonight."
- Dick Valentine
Thus spoke the legendary frontman of this antiband, and from that point forward, joy was supplied in steady doses to a willing throng happy to indulge in a little-known ensemble playing in a dicey neighborhood on a school night. So what if E6 took the stage at 11:20PM? So what if lathered carney-types spent the night slipping on a beer-soaked floor to treat the surer-footed to a live interpretation of Faith No More's "Epic" fish-flop? It was just a good time, plain and simple.
What really matters is the role of E6 as it pertains to this, the longest of sleepovers. You see, it was Yah-Koab who brought Pheewrap and Canadian Tuxedo to the altar of The Six on a Bushwick Winter's Night many years ago. Through the futher merits of The Six, I came to know Whofleck, whose influence I carry with me through these posts.
The Six is the melange, you see.
The Six is the spice.