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ENTERTAINMENT
December 27, 2002 | By A.D. Amorosi FOR THE INQUIRER
Of all the juke joints and jam bands in the world . . . I had to find the one that's most diverse in its genre-jumping and most disciplined in its approach to lengthy, atypical jam solos. It's moe., named after a song by jump king Louis Jordan. "We are jam band, hear us roar!" jokes Al Schnier, moe.-man singer and guitarist. "We are definitely part of a community, and like any community we will have our own neck of the woods. " Though they're radically different from most of the jam ilk, Schnier is happy to include touring partners Particle within moe.'s mixed-bag milieu.
NEWS
December 2, 2008 | By Sam Wood INQUIRER STAFF WRITER
Drivers should expect traffic in and around Old City to be tied in knots today as President-elect Barack Obama meets with 40 governors and other lawmakers at Independence Hall. "The area from Fifth to Sixth Streets between Market and Walnut Streets will be completely shut down," police spokesman Lt. Frank Vanore said. Obama and the governors began arriving yesterday to discuss the global financial meltdown and its impact on the states. Gov. Rendell, chairman of the nonpartisan National Governors Association, is hosting the event.
NEWS
October 2, 1989 | By Roy H. Campbell, Inquirer Staff Writer The Associated Press and Knight-Ridder News Service contributed to this report
Picture this dream, Springsteen fans: You're sitting in a bar having a beer. A motorcycle pulls up, and in walks a guy wearing a leather vest and with a bandana around his neck. You look at him once. You look at him twice and, yep, it's the Boss himself. Not only is it Bruce Springsteen, but after he orders a beer, he says to the house band: "Come on boys, let's jam. " Such a dream came true Friday for patrons in Matt's Saloon in Prescott, Ariz., when the rocker roared up to the country-western bar. Denny Orr, rhythm guitarist for the Mile High Band, said he had seen Springsteen enter the bar and "the next thing I knew, he said, 'Come on, boys.
NEWS
August 21, 1988 | By Neal Thompson, Special to The Inquirer
On a recent hot and steamy Monday night, the sounds of a jazz quartet rolled out the open front door of Quincy's bar and onto deserted Washington Street in Mount Holly. Inside Quincy's, adjacent to the Gaslight Inn, the dark barroom is scattered with people tapping their feet or slapping the formica-topped bar as different musicians take their turn on the small stage as part of the weekly Monday night jazz jam session. Steve Mercado, who owns Quincy's and the Gaslight Inn, has been attracting jazz musicians from all over South Jersey and Philadelphia since he started the sessions about a year and a half ago. And as Mercado draws another draft beer for a finger-tapping customer, Father John D'Amico breaks into a riff on his electric piano.
ENTERTAINMENT
May 14, 2004 | By Lloylita ProutFOR THE INQUIRER
Mmm, "Mojito. " Like the minty, rum-and-lime-juice concoction, the jam of the same name will loosen inhibitions Saturday. The monthly party at Marathon Grill's courtyard (20th and Market) will intoxicate with its outdoor setting and Latin-house serenades from the turntables of Ivan Lopez, Lucas Rivera and Groove. Indulge from 9 p.m. to 2 a.m. and bring instruments (congas, triangles, heck - two spoons) so you, too, can jam with the live percussionists. You drop $20 at the door to shake what your mama gave you at Delaware Valley First Fridays, so why not Thursday at Denim Lounge, too?
NEWS
May 20, 1991
If you're not aware this city is in big trouble, you haven't been paying attention. It's in trouble for a variety of reasons. Rotten government over the past several administrations is one of them, but not the only reason. Quite possibly, we'd still be in this jam (although to a lesser degree) had we been governed by great statesmen. One thing is certain, however. We can't get out of the jam we're in unless there's a marked improvement in the quality of the city's government.
NEWS
March 30, 1988 | By Karen Heller, Inquirer Staff Writer
You'd think it was illegal. Or at least wicked or taboo. How else to explain the way people act at Samuel T. Freeman & Co. every Wednesday morning? "Just call me 'a lawyer' and leave it at that," says a respectable, bespectacled lawyer with a mad passion for American Indian art. "I really should be at work right now. " But every Wednesday, provided an Indian basket or print is on the block, Freeman's is where you'll find him. "Call me Sunshine," says Sunshine, a Jersey shore curio dealer who buys a little bit of everything.
ENTERTAINMENT
May 26, 2006 | By A.D. Amorosi FOR THE INQUIRER
Jam on the River is offering a party this weekend that is dedicated to all things trippy and jam-band-oriented. How else would you describe what Electric Factory's Geoff Gordon calls "a wonderful convergence of sight, sound and euphoria wrapped into a warm, gooey sunshine rainbow. " Gordon may be kidding. But he's not off the mark. Having booked this northern version of the alternative festival Bonnaroo for eight years, Gordon sees the corralling of the most complex of musical acts both jammy (the usual suspect, Disco Biscuits)
ENTERTAINMENT
October 23, 1995 | By Karl Stark, INQUIRER STAFF WRITER
Mr. C's All-Star Organ Jam at the new Clef Club on Friday night had all the fire and disorganization of a living room get-together. The first set started 30 minutes late. The elevator failed, and organist Jimmy McGriff didn't show up. Still, that couldn't diminish the vivid virtuosity of organists Jack McDuff and Shirley Scott or the surprise appearance of guitarist George Benson, who jammed with McDuff deep in the second set. The $3.5 million hall at Broad and Fitzwater Streets is better than anything the Clef Club has ever had. But its narrow performance space feels as cramped as half a movie theater.
NEWS
November 29, 1997 | by Jim Nolan, Daily News Staff Writer
It's Saturday, Nov. 29 - only 26 more traffic jams 'til Christmas. Actually, we lied. More like 2,600 traffic jams 'til Christmas. Yesterday, the BIG ONE was on Interstate 95 south, snarling eager shoppers and Black Friday workers who awoke from a tryptophan-induced slumber later than usual and motored into the office around 9:30 a.m. for a light day. Instead, they ended up parked on the interstate for a couple of hours - forced to...
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