This week, several friends of the scene and this column have reappeared as if by magic. Good. We need all the friends we can get. One of them, DJ Bobby Startup (last seen spinning tales of old Philly punk at Ruin’s reunion show), called to respond to City Paper’s story about the 60th anniversary of the Virgin Mary’s visitation to Fairmount Park near a certain privet bush near 51st and Parkside [News, “Our Lady of Fairmount Park,” Ryan Briggs, Sept. 19]. Though 70,000 devotees crowded around the park back in 1953 (with a legion of believers still visiting the sacred land), Startup, who was raised in that neighborhood, claims to know the truth behind three Catholic schoolgirls’ sighting of the Blessed Mother. Startup recalls a couple of neighborhood kids, one of whom was always getting into trouble: “He was near that bush with friends playing with matches, a big no-no as a kid; that and breaking windows. He was lighting up a bush when those girls came along. The smoke started rising and to mask his crime, he yelled, ‘Look, it’s the Virgin Mary,’ and ran. The girls saw it and I guess because they were … indoctrinated into the Catholic code, believed it.” Startup did tell his mom, and she supposedly told young Robert not to bother saying anything. “The next day it was all over the news, that the Vatican was looking into it and that the park was going to become a shrine. From that day on, every time I heard about Catholic miracles, I had to laugh.” All because of those [name redacted] boys. This has been Amorosi’s Believe It or Not!
You may see San Diego-bound Billy Weiss around Philly a little more often now that the co-owner of Voyeur and Woody’s is busying himself with the business of Rosewood, the glittering yet intimate Walnut Street cocktail lounge attached to Woody’s. After opening in June, the onyx-heavy hot spot got cooled off by several code violations. That is, until Friday night, when Weiss quietly re-opened Rosewood with its opera doors spread wide. Loyal readers may recall that Billy’s pop, Barney, is considering re-opening the original Palmer Social Club in Fishtown as an art gallery.
Last week in my ebullient rush to chat up veteran Philly-girl-punk Noelle Hoover’s new exploits, I mis-mentioned her all-lady pairing with multi-instrumentalist Palmyra Delran as being Pink Slip Daddy. I know that you know that I know that Delran and Hoover’s all-gal band was The Friggs. Delran’s Pink Slip Daddy wasn’t all-girl, it was all-woman. No one would ever think of Delran’s Pink partner, spooky Mick Cancer, as anything other than Philly’s grand dame of trashcan rock. See you Nov. 2 at Kung Fu Necktie.
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