Launch Party Monday! Here’s the Line-up.
This is how we’re rounding out the launch party for the inaugural issue of JUMP magazine: Lamagier (top) will play at National Mechanics on 3/28 with Creeping Weeds and Mercury Radio Theater.
The show is totally free and everyone and their mothers are welcome. It’s an all-ages event.
Check out the facebook event page here.
Check out issue one stories here.
Who’s Playing The Launch Party?
Just lined up Mercury Radio Theater, the instrumental, guitar-heavy, ultimate summer-sounding local band (who coincidentally will be releasing an album this summer).
They’ll join Creeping Weeds and two other bands, whom we’ll announce this week.
Don’t forget: the party is Monday (3/28) at National Mechanics, starting at 9 pm, and it’s totally free.
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JUMP Launch Party on Monday 3/28.
JUMP is having a party.
It’s at National Mechanics in Old City, on Monday, March 28 starting at 9 pm.
You are invited.
We’ll have a few bands, a few DJs and lots of other stuff. We’ll announce the full line-up next week (here’s a teaser: Creeping Weeds will be playing).
Check out our facebook page for details. We’re also giving away a pair of FLIP video cameras. See details for that on the JUMP facebook page as well.
Don’t forget to grab copies of the mag while you can. They are all over town (see here for specific locations).
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(Cover Story) Relaxing in The Sun.
Text and images by Colin Kerrigan.
It’s early afternoon on one of the coldest days of the year in late January. Jon Barthmus, the brainchild behind Sun Airway, sits in his quiet, retro-style South Philadelphia home, nestled between two 80-something-year old Italian women.
His brand new record player is spinning some 50’s big band vinyl that complements the atmosphere perfectly. Blanch, his extremely friendly cat, rolls around playing with nothing in particular, completely satisfied. Barthmus sifts through a variety of tea bags before settling on Zen Green Tea.
He’s patiently waiting for the other half of Sun Airway’s recording duo, Patrick Marsceill, to pick him up.
The two of them have a one o’clock appointment to get a straight razor shave, sometimes know as a cutthroat shave, at The Art of Shaving on Walnut Street.
Marsceill is driving down from Fishtown so he’s running a little late.
As usual. Read more…
(Cover Story) The Evolution of the Philly Freezer.
Text and images by G.W. Miller III.
Freeway has just returned from Sweden. And Denmark.
Actually, as soon as he came back to Philly from two weeks in Scandinavia, he bounced to North Carolina – and then South Carolina – where he performed a few shows over the weekend. And a few hours after returning from North Carolina, he hopped a flight to Las Vegas where he did more shows.
Regardless, the rapper who grew up in West Philly and was educated on the streets of North Philly, is home, for a while at least.
“That’s a whole lot of stuff I did and seen,” says Freeway. “So that’s a whole lot of stuff for me to rap about.”
He’s on his way to shoot a video in North Philly, not far from his old stomping grounds – around 7th and Montgomery, 8th and Oxford.
“I’m from West but I did a lot of my dirt and stuff in North Philly,” Freeway says with a smile.
On one hand, Freeway, whose given name is Leslie Pridgen, is the same hustler he’s always been – the hard working, hard rhymer who’s constantly on the go but is always conscious of his friends and family.
On the other hand, the 2011 Freeway, now 31, is completely different from the artist who smashed into the hip hop scene a decade ago, rolling alongside Beanie Sigel and cranking out hits with Jay-Z. He’s more innovative, business savvy and rhythmically creative.
(Liner Notes) The Time My Sixth Grade Dreams Came True.
Our writer Kelsey Doenges meets the guys from Guster.
As an intern, I waited backstage at the World Café Live to clean out the green room after Guster played the Free at Noon show.
Adam Gardner, the singer and guitarist of the band, talked to Meg Rosenworcel, the drummer’s wife, about going to the show at the Electric Factory later that evening. She was holding sleepy, little three-year old Jolene Rosenworcel in her arms and sounded reluctant about going. But Adam kept trying to convince her.
“I don’t know,” she said. “I would need to find a sitter.”
“I could watch her, “ I said with modest confidence.
“Really? You could?” she asked. “Are you sure you don’t have any plans tonight?”
(JUMP Presents) Kate Foust: Quite the Lady.
Text by Kelsey Doenges. Image by Hannah McIntosh.
Standing at the stove, Kate Foust’s short black hair, cut just below her chin, is pushed in front of her face. She wears high-waisted jeans, knee-high riding boots and a dusty brown v-neck t-shirt. The only thing missing is an apron as she pulls a tray of toasted squash seeds from the oven.
“There are going to taste like shit,” Foust says.
She pours the seeds into a bowl and places them on the kitchen table, which is cluttered with trinkets that look like they came straight from the Salvation Army. A maroon, ceramic donkey sits next to a pair of tiny, teapot-shaped salt and pepper shakers, which are, coincidently, empty.
A Peter Max-style Bob Dylan poster hangs on the wall, adjacent to an oversized chalkboard with “Kate and Hannah” written across the top. Bills and a grocery list dangle from the board.
The room feels like another era, and Foust only lends to the time warp.
A 21-year old senior vocal performance major at the University of the Arts, Foust has performed in local bands Toy Soldiers and Virtual Virgin, and she had a two-year stint with the Lancaster band Perkasie.
Her former bands sounded as though they belonged in folk festivals. Foust fit that role in the old days, sporting a short brown, pixie cut, cowgirl boots and flowing floral dresses.
With graduation looming, however, she’s placing all her attention on her latest project, Lady, a five piece band with Foust on vocals and piano. Liz Zook plays violin, Jim Scanlan plays bass, Ryan Belski leads on guitar and JP Dudas bangs the drums. Lady belongs in a fancy jazz club, where Foust’s sultry voice, hot pink lipstick and tight dresses can blend with muffled voices and cocktail drinks.
With the new band, Foust is embracing a whole new style with regards to her music, physical look and attitude. Read more…
(JUMP Presents) A Landmark Restaurant Struggles to Find Harmony with Symphony House .
Text and images by Kim Maialetti.
Just hours after a meeting with city officials about her trouble with Symphony House, 32-year-old Lisa Wilson sits at one of the half-dozen or so tables at her restaurant – Jamaican Jerk Hut – contemplating the lousy predicament she’s in.
“I’m drowning in litigation,” Wilson says. “They knew the neighborhood before they moved here. They moved to the Avenue of the Arts, where there’s music and noise always.”
The “they” she talks about are residents of the nearby Symphony House, an upscale condominium complex (left) that opened on the Avenue of the Arts, just around the corner away from the landmark Jamaican Jerk Hut, four years ago.
The residents are suing Wilson, claiming she’s violating city code by hosting live outdoor music on summer weekends as diners enjoy a taste of Jamaica in the City of Brotherly Love.
It makes little difference that Wilson won a variance from the city Zoning Board of Adjustment last year. The fight continues.
(JUMP Presents) How JJ Moves.
Text by Cary Carr. Image courtesy of JJ Tiziou. 
As a maze of young dancers decked out in bright yellow and green costumes frantically leap and spin on the stage, one man in particular stands out amongst the spotlights and sharp movement at Drexel University’s Mandell Theater.
He flies back and forth, weaving his way through the performers, throwing himself into the midst of the fast-paced music. Like a magnet, he spots where the center of energy is, fully saturating in the power of the moment. As one dancer thrashes her entire body in a short solo, he tosses himself on the stage with one leg hanging off the side, getting as close as possible to the action so that he can snap photographs.
But despite his consistent interaction with the performers, no one appears distracted. Instead, the dancers allow him to become part of their show, asking him to join in and participate in their movement.
Jacques-Jean Tiziou, better known as JJ, was not hired as a professional photographer for the freshman dance ensemble’s rehearsal for their winter show, New Beginnings.
He was hired him as a photographer but also as a guest-performer – someone they trust loves movement just as much as the dancers do. Read more…
JUMP: The Philly Music Project 