Monthly Archives: February 2011

Federal Inmates Ain’t All That

Brent Delzer, 36, is currently serving a three-year federal prison sentence after pleading guilty in August to one count of conspiracy to traffic marijuana. “The Worst Summer Camp Ever” is a series of Delzer’s dispatches from the Federal Prison Camp in Duluth, Minnesota. The Feral Scribe interviewed Delzer on the eve of his surrender to federal marshals in September. That interview, which provides more details about the case, can be found here. I was going to start this project some time ago. I had it all set in my brain on how I was going to do it and how… Continue Reading

Beautiful Freaks

Olde City Sideshow co-founder Danny Borneo says sideshows are reasserting themselves. Olde City, Philadelphia – During intermission, Danny Borneo, co-founder of the Olde City Sideshow, a neo-vaudevillian variety hour, steps outside to smoke a cigarette. The show has returned to Philly, performing at National Mechanics restaurant, housed inside a former bank that was built more than 200 years ago by William Strickland, in his day a pioneer of Greek revivalist architecture. On stage, Borneo and his three cohorts – Candy Mayhem, Reggie Bugmuncher and other show co-founder Martin Ling the Suicide King – had performed a variety of cringe-inducing skits,… Continue Reading

A Day With the Colored People

Nothing screams, ‘Look at me!’ like a tattoo. So what do you do in a room packed with hundreds of people who arrived to be looked at? Well, you take pictures. I just happened to be in such a situation on Sunday, at the Sheraton, where more than 100 vendors, tattoo artists and schwag merchants had camped out for a weekend of peddling wares and tattooing the masses. I asked a couple of people some questions about tattoos, but none had much of an answer. I found it disappointing that people colored with ink, ink that screams, ‘Look at me!’… Continue Reading

Tea Leaf Green 2-5-11, Phila, Pa

Jam bands are a dime a dozen and, to be honest, most aren’t great by any stretch. For example, The Bridge, who opened last night’s show, is composed of apt musicians, but they sound like prog rockers masquerading as hillbillies, their performance inert and unsatisfying. Honestly, I was surprised by how many turned out to see them. But the main act, San Francisco’s Tea Leaf Green, is that rare gem of a jam band that plays true blue rock n’ roll without relying on gimmicks or revisiting the genre’s tired, tried and tested tropes. They don’t reinvent the wheel, but… Continue Reading