Lily Delphia

recently i thought about carrying around post-its to write little helpful notes to my fellow citizens of philadelphia. it started with septa, and soon i found myself thinking up little reminders to everyone around me...

but then i thought it'd be far more entertaining to put them up on twitter.

thus, my lily love letters were born - and no one is safe.

we all realize your phone is also an mp3 player.

now simmer down and put some earbuds in that shit.

don't hock a loogie onto the tracks and then give me bedroom eyes.

turn off.

hard to believe, i know, but the el is a high-speed train.

this cruise control shit ain't gon' cut it, boo.

it's (barely) okay to be a slave to fashion, but cutting your infant son's hair into a mohawk when he is not yet old enough to keep saliva in his mouth at least 40% of the time that he is awake?not.

quit trying to be cool and take a lesson from your wingman.

take a bath, read a book, and leave me be.

by the way, clean clothes are not the enemy,

and you are mistaken if you believe that every time you do your laundry,

the terrorists win.

please do not blame me because you don't have change for a twenty.

no, i do not know what time you open, nor so i want "all [your] ones."

no, i will not "give [you] at least an hour"; i have to go to school.

if you could quit bitching for just a moment, sir, you will see that

the change you are so reluctant to give me will include a ten-dollar bill.

have a nice day, and welcome back from the strike.

there are two doors for a reason. i am going out; you are coming in.

today i'll give you an ultimatum: for every time you stand there

impatiently waiting for me to come out of the left door -

when there is a perfectly functional right door not being used -

i am going to take my sweet ass time doing so.

no, i'm not an ornery bitch (at least today).

i can just out-asshole you, 60% of the time, every time.

i hate group work just as intensely as the next socially awkward 23-year-old,

but believe you me, son... group work goes FAR easier when you

actually read the material.

i'm not gonna carry your lazy ass for 80 minutes, my dude.

so it's whatever i want wednesday, and what i want is to go to the Phrequency birthday party tonight. that's right! it's been a whole year of connecting artists, fans, and all types of local music enthusiasts and just generally creating one big happy phamily.

tonight at kung fu necktie, you'll be seeing performances by some of philly's premier artists, including the supah-talented Emcee Unless (who designed that beautiful flyer you're looking at);the city's best spin-doctor himself, mr. DJ PHSH; and everyone's favorite party-starter Vanache, who is performing onstage for the first time since his debut @ the TLA. who knows, you might even catch a taste of Philly's favorite hippity-hops & reggae man doing his thing...

needless to say, i'm crazy excited about this.

it's free, it's @ 8, and it should definitely be in your plans. make sure you hit the links above to find out more about any of these amazing philadelphia artists. trust, you won't be disappointed.

later, loves!

today's title is a quote from none other than Mama Delphia, trying to find out what i'm doing for the holiday. and as i replied to my man saz on the FB when he asked what I'm getting into for July 4th:

so that past couple days have been nuts trying to get my life together (and everything else too) but i think i've got the hang of it. SuperDope has tuckered me out this past wednesday.

the amount of love going around in that place is crazy. for example, random shot by my dude Vanache:

front to back, side to side, with Phsh killin' it heavy, that's pretty much what a typical SuperDope looks like. if you're ever feeling down on a wednesday, or like you need to get free, that's the place to step to.

the man himself taking shots of the party from up high...

i had to get a crazy close up of TuPhace's flyness...

just so ya'll would understand.

it's like that.

the party gods smiling down on the SuperDope family,

or V trying to take a picture of me taking a picture of him?

you decide.

i love this man.

jammin' on the michael jackson set,

moonwalking across the floor,

had the ill leg kick-out...

thursday night was spent rockin' the door @ O.N.E., brandishing my VIP list and making people jealous. :-D

although i was too busy being Miss Lily (you know how it goes...) to get photos, i can personally tell you the ladies came with their game stepped up - and the dudes were very appreciative.

i know. i'm always complaining about not having photos, or something. but not for lack of trying! here are a couple flicks i haven't put up yet...

all that face-making makes a man tired.

no, but really, the ensemble was outstanding - it was almost like stepping into a different world. i definitely have to keep an eye on these guys and start going to more of their shows. i wish my camera hadn't died so i could've gotten shots of the collaboration AKiLLES did. jazz and hip-hops, interesting combination - i loved it.

i'm pretty sure i'm crazy for driving between philly and jersey so much, but i had to go to the blues festival over @ KC'S - my rockstar lover and his band were playing a set, and i needed to get there.

there are the boys, and we have...

corey small on the bass - he KILLS it...

randy "lightning hands" marinelli on drums -

ain't he adorable?

and my future rockstar husband,

johnny thompson, on lead and vocals.

NOM. he's on my birthday list. :-D

another hectic but fully satisfying couple of days in the life of Lily D. and now, a holiday! a time to relax, eat burgers, and take a break from all the par--

who's going to the MJ party @ the Piazza tonight?

i'd better see you there!

shouts to John F. for the amazing artwork!