There may not be Tower Records or Sam Goody in Philly after the next few weeks. But damn it, you'll have blogs. Those blogs will sell things. Concerts. Toasters. Coasters. Sam Goody should've blogged. He'd still be open. Blogs are like Sears catalogs. Without gabardine. Like Rachel Furman's [r] rachelinc Rachel Guide (www.rachelinc.com) is promised to drop Oct. 12, and holy-hints-from-Heloise, I can't wait. She's fun and told me how to make chicken satay. There's Phawker 'n' Philebrity. Yeah, we spilled the beans ages ago about ex-Philebrity Jon Valania's Phawker.com and how Philebrity's Joseph Sweeney wouldn't be happy about it. But no blogger is happy. That's why they blog. Old guys. So we waited forever to see the fruits of the promised Phawker, wading through a week of creepy music and creepy "nice song" text only to get to what's up there now — which is only slightly less creepy. That's fine, though. Blog info is blog info. S'all good. I really just wanted to see what Jon was going to sell and hear him and Joseph bitch at each other. They're not though — on the record, that is. Joe doesn't want to talk about Jon, just wants to mention Joe's having an anniversary. Aw. And Jon said nice things about Joe. Aw. At least nobody sold me anything. Now, if Joe or Jon were making satay ...

► And did you know that last weekend's Outfest block party had a pet contest and a penis-shaped bagel eating contest and Michael Byrne singing "It's a Beautiful Day in the Gayborhood"? Aw.

► Damn, isn't that Bela Shehu all over the new Lucky mag with her new haircut, talking about her S. 13th Street store, her clothing line and hanging all over Gallery Siano 'n' stuff? Oh. Yes. It is. You go. Watch this space for Bela's Lucky party plans!

► Tinto, baby. Tinto. That's Jose Garces' Basque joint (following his Amada in the O-City) on S. 20th opening in a few seconds.

► It was weird a-ways back when I Icepack-ed Plastic Little gigging at the Sappho-folkie Upstairs@Sal's on 12th and Walnut. But I kept seeing gorgeous crowds dancing to DFA shit, running into bathrooms for some quick boning. My kinda place. I even mentioned it in a story I wrote elsewhere. (Sal MySpaced it: www.myspace.com/upstairsatsals). But Sal's some old guy. Who's booking this crazy thing, Jane? "It's me running the deal at Sal's," said Ryan Soloby in a note after Labor Day. Ryan? The humble fuzzy-haired guy behind Philly's eight-piece-chicken-MC-Game-Boy-electro-skronk act Chromelodeon? It's always the quiet ones. So not only does Sal's get sexy Haverford girls swooning to the Broadzilla DJs late Thursday nights, Soloby masquerades as Solobuns spinning '80s tunes every second and fourth Saturday. Do this.

► While Chromelodeon take those '80s and those Thursdays, me and DJ pal Evan take over Alfa/Walnut Room every early Thursday happy hour for my A.D.'s '80s jawn. It'll be sick. Do that.

► Marigold Kitchen folk are taking over your winter eating plans. Michael Solomonov opens his tony Mex-Tex Xochiti on S. Second October's end. In November (finally, we wrote about it during summer) Jonathan Makar's Snackbar at 20th and Rittenhouse opens. Weird rumor: We keep hearing their rent is sky-high (over six grand with an increase to seven plus after year one?!). That's a lot of snacks. For anyone keeping score, Makar's coolio Snackbar is at the same Salt address that weirdass David Fields once held. His oddball ghost just lingers.

► If y'all happened to catch the 215 Fest L'Etage party with accordionist/Bee Season authoress' Myla Goldberg's Walking Hellos, that was Val Opielski (Krakatoa) in the band. The Philly expatriate moved to Brooklyn to say Hello. "It's fun stuff ... loops, banjo ... and — a departure for my stuff — vocals," says Val 'bout the band's cool-ass eponymous EP.

► Forget Brooklyn. The Midwest is taking over our asylum. And Rich Wexler's Sherman Arts grabbed a few new-to-towners for his quarterly Bar Noir affair, Oct. 16. There's the woolly Yo La Tengo-ish Charlemange and the haunting psych-jazzy folk of Norwalks — think Cat Power, only tenderer. I can't get enough of that Chicago gal's sound. Philly's wack experimental poppers Univox act as the welcoming committee headliner.

► Mais non!? Caribou Café dude Olivier De Saint Martin has supposedly purchased S. 11th St.'s La Boheme cafe so to turn it into a small-plate French seafood jernt. Bawdy Girls, Hellcat Girls 'n' T&A? No way. Sure, they're stripteasing Oct. 13 at Whiskey Dix with David "Man in Black" Stone (he's not stripping, stupid!). But they're also holding a "Next Goddess of Burlesque" contest.

► Right in the kisser: Broad Street Boxing — Jimmy Binns Sr. 'n'Jr.with Damon Feldman and promo help from Frank Stallone — will announce itself this week. And its regularpuglistic series that starts at Wachovia Spectrum Nov. 9. Powee.

► Before he signs on the line that is dotted (Daylight/Epic's line), hears his songs in the off-Broadway play I Am a Terrorist (from director Kristen Hanggi, whose boyfriend, Kyle Gass' Tenacious D, will be his labelmate) and gets married (to 10th Street Laundromat manager Nikole Nelson, who also bossed Townhall), George Simon Stanford will label-showcase at Tin Angel Oct. 17. "I went to L.A. to make a record and take it easy; the sun, the surf. ... It all seemed so peaceful," says Stanford of the hell his life's become.

► I always cry at weddings. That's why we didn't go to Anthrum Productions/Disco Circus DJ MG and Gina's bash with the LED dancefloor a la Saturday Night Fever (Disco Circus is on hold at Aqualounge for three months as its owners shutter to do repairs) or the Collin Keefe/Holly Drauglis (who we hear fell for the fake cop stripper thing at her bachelorette party) nuptials in Dummytown. But we love y'all and wish you mazel and tov.

(a_amorosi@citypaper.net)