By Richie Charles
From some cruddy homemade cassette tapes and jam sessions in a South Philly row home, the Strapping Fieldhands grew into a rollicking, free-wheeling local favorite in the early 1990s, landing choice opening slots at the Khyber and going into heavy rotation on WKDU. Too off-kilter and eclectic to be labeled a simple rock band yet too exuberant to be categorized as “art music,” they defy categorization.
By Bill Chenevert
The rapper's high-profile music fest marks the first time there’s ever been a ticketed concert on the Ben Franklin Parkway. So why go corporate? Well, he’s been corporate.
By PW Staff
We’re taking you on a whirlwind tour of Philly’s sonic citizens—in the clubs, on the road, off the map and over the top.
By Bobbi Booker
In an industry where the average length of employment can often be measured in months, Joseph Tamburro was one of the most enduring radio personalities to ever grace a mic.
PW’s new biweekly column, “Forking Stupid,” sees 25-year-old Nicole Finkbiner persuading professional chefs from Philadelphia’s great restaurants to please teach her, for the love of god, how to cook—one dish at a time. This week, Nicole visits Green Eggs Cafe to learn the art of brunch-making. The batter can be used to make the pancakes and [...]
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