My Fair Lady
Walnut Street Theatre
825 Walnut Street
Various times and prices
(215) 574-3550
Even in dubbing the name of the play, Alan Jay Lerner couldn't give poor Eliza Doolittle the respect she deserves. She's not a fair lady, but my fair lady. Can't she be her own woman, huh? As if being told that she's not good enough by stodgy old Professor Henry Higgins isn't demeaning enough. Not to mention being forced to sing about some rain in Spain. And the only thing she can do to show her anger is to throw some stinkin' slippers?
Billy Joel
Irvine Auditorium
3401 Spruce Street
7:30 p.m., $5 w/ PennCard
(215) 898-4444
When I think of Billy Joel, I think of my next-door neighbor during freshman year, who came back from a raging frat party intent on singing every verse of "Piano Man." Of course, he never made it through the whole song, but the impression he made still remains: You know a good chorus when drunken idiots can still sing it lock, stock and swilling barrel.
Iggy Pop
TLA
334 South Street
8 p.m., $25/ $27 day of show
(215) 922-1011
No one can deny that Iggy Pop is fucking cool. He's old as fuck, skinny as hell, and looks cracked out of his mind when gyrating on stage in those tight leather pants. And yet, who cares? Along with his Ziggy Stardusting counterpart David Bowie, Pop changed, well pop, and became an icon for all that is velvety and mined with gold. At the very least, if you've seen Trainspotting you should go. Just go, lust for life.
