With the semester winding down and the long–awaited lovely weather coaxing us out of hibernation, Street looked around campus for some spots to read, write or draw.
Interning in a strange city this summer? Relaxing in the burbs? Take some time to check out the lesser–known art destinations in and away from Philadelphia.
Though summer is the most lucrative period of the year for the film industry, the quality of summer movies seems to be inversely proportional to the profit.
1. Dosage Was a Surprise, And a Pleasant One, Too
When the DP published a cover story on SPEC’s inability to peg down a fourth artist for Spring Fling, it was hard not to feel a bit disappointed. Many, including your friendly music editors, were searching for a performer with more artistic pedigree. Probably a larger contingent was hoping for a headliner with a bigger headlining name. Dosage—the Philadelphia rapper of little fame who has toured with Lupe Fiasco in the past—filled neither of these needs. But what he did do is arguably more important: he added a degree of serendipity and randomness to the most regimented brand of live music.
Stepping on stage before Ratatat (and before most concertgoers had even arrived) Dosage’s set was a high-energy affair, masking his somewhat mediocre lyricism with a basic knack for performance. Most students had no idea who this rapper was (trust us, we asked around), but this shouldn’t matter. Everyone knows what to expect at a Spring Fling concert: Two or three artists will play, at least two will give a ra-ra shout-out to Penn, at least one will get the name of the school wrong (we’re looking at you, Snoop Dogg), at least a dozen kids will get carted off in ambulances and at least everyone will make a drunken, stoned mess of themselves. What Dosage brought was something different—an unannounced opener, he took the audience off-guard. And at a concert as predictable as Spring Fling, it’s probably the coolest thing he could have done.
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In case you find some downtime in between the mimosa–filled morning bashes and drunkorexic downtowns of the evening this weekend, Street beckons you to pull up a beanbag chair and turn on, tune in and drop out.
We typically associate bathroom stall graffiti with “Call here for [some sexual act],” but the right–most men’s stall in the Fisher Fine Arts Library has nothing of the sort.