Archive for the 'alcohol' Category

The Priest

Posted by Brendan on August 11th, 2006 filed in Philadelphia, alcohol, anger, biography, culture, friends, punk rock, violence

I was sitting outside at a table at the Dahlak on Sunday with my friend Rich and this punk rock girl I had never met before. She had short blonde hair, and wore thick streaks of pink eyeshadow, almost a Blondie meets Benatar kind of look. She was pissing me off by making the same [...]

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It’s Me!

Posted by Brendan on August 7th, 2006 filed in Philadelphia, alcohol, biography, politics

Drinking Liberally, 2 weeks ago. For a dirtbag, I think I look almost OK.

h/t Albert Yee

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No Goddamn Class

Posted by Brendan on August 2nd, 2006 filed in alcohol, politics

One of the things that annoys me the most about the Republican Party is its deliberate racial sops to the poor to distract from the inner party’s delight in elitism. More nauseating is this disgusting classism is nothing but a farce: when it comes down to it, Republicans have no shame, not tact, and no [...]

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There Stands the Glass

Posted by Brendan on July 31st, 2006 filed in Philadelphia, alcohol, country music, crime, politics, violence

There stands the glass …
That will ease all my pain …
That will settle my brain …
It’s my first one today …

I recorded, as usual, WRDV’s Country Gold Classics, on Friday. I was watching TV, so I kept the volume low.
I played the tape on Saturday morning as I read about another shooting in Philly, murder [...]

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Fleshtones, 7/14/06

Posted by Brendan on July 17th, 2006 filed in Rock-n-roll, alcohol, old school, punk rock

Tonight I went to the industry party (?) kicking off Southern Comfort’s rock series in Philadelphia this weekend. I’m missing most of the event, which features the Flaming Lips, De La Soul, and a whole bunch of others, as I’m heading (-ed, actually by the time this post goes up) to New York for [...]

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I Threw a Bottle At Someone Tonight

Posted by Brendan on June 27th, 2006 filed in Philadelphia, alcohol, anger, biography, nincompoopery, parenthood, plain pitiful

I’m sitting at a table at Dahlak, an Ethiopian bar in West Philly. Byron, who helped me with my plumbing, is sitting across from me at a different table. Byron looks like a skinny male version of Della “Touched By A Morbidly Obese Angel” Reese, and sees himself as a bottomless well of [...]

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Drinking Liberally

Posted by Brendan on June 27th, 2006 filed in Philadelphia, alcohol, politics

Act 1. Scene I
SCENE I. An urban place.
Thunder and lightning. Enter three disgruntled Lefties.
First Lefty:
When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
Second Lefty:
When the hurlyburly’s done,
When the battle’s lost and won.
Third Lefty:
That will be ere the set of sun.
First Lefty:
Where the place?
Second Lefty
Why, Drinking Liberally of course, Tuesday, at Tangier, corner of [...]

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Tonight is The Night!

Posted by Brendan on June 20th, 2006 filed in Philadelphia, alcohol, politics

18th and Lombard, Philadelphia: Drinking Liberally holds its weekly get together starting at Tangier, from 6:00 PM until whenever they throw us out or Duncan starts throwing punches. Come on out and talk some shit about George Bush the Fecal King.

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Tonight’s the Night!

Posted by Brendan on June 13th, 2006 filed in Philadelphia, alcohol, politics

I have a new volunteer gig as co-host, along with Tattered Coat Matt, of Philadelphia Drinking Liberally.
We get together every Tuesday evening, from 6:00 PM until the last holdout heads home, at Tangier, a bar and grill located at the corner of 18th and Lombard Streets. Free wings for early birds and drink specials [...]

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Filth

Posted by Brendan on September 20th, 2005 filed in alcohol, comedy gold!, life, ridiculous, sexuality

FILTH
Back in November 1998, I was in an awful way; in May, my girlfriend of 5 years fucked me over as cruelly as can be; I walked in and caught her with another guy; it’s a story that’s been repeated more times than I can count in country songs from Chattanooga to California.
It’s November in [...]

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