R5 PRODUCTIONS Makes It Big In City Paper's Editors Choice Awards :

A few R5 events and venues made it to this year's CP CHOICE AWARDS issue, check it :


BEST LIVE SHOW INVOLVING FEATHERS, MAKEOUT SESSIONS AND ACCORDIONS
Sure, it was hip for the Mummers Museum to open its doors to a show that wasn't Ferko doing "Proud Mary." But Diplo's Bonde do Role/CSSproduction not only showed off the DJs' Mad Decent finds in Brazil's BdR; Marina, their spitfire MC, rapped in front of Dip's Kraftwerk and Gn'R samples while drinking pitchers of beer, spitting on us and losing her terrycloth shorts in the process.


MOST NAUSEATINGLY PUNK AS FUCK MOMENT
There are a couple of conflicting stories about this one. The day it happened, somebody said Dillinger Four bassist Patrick Costello ("St. Patrick" to some) had just been diagnosed with a stomach ulcer. Later reports indicated he may've just eaten bad Mexican. Whatever the case, the dude was feeling seriously ill when he took the First Unitarian stage in January. The band had just come in from the Twin Cities and the room was packed. Paddy was gonna fucking play. His solution to the nausea problem? A "puke bucket" — a large, 20-gallon trash can, actually — was placed near his amp. A roadie told those gathered in the splash zone to watch out. And Costello, visibly pained, staggered onstage, shrieked out songs while visibly wincing, and bent over during breaks to blow chunks. The room grew rank with bile after about five songs and three puke breaks, but the crowd was hyped and the songs sounded terrific. And, like Paddy's gastrointestinal fluids, they just kept coming. (www.angelfire.com/mn/dillingerfour) —John Vettese

CREEPIEST NEW PERFORMANCE SPACE
The side chapel at the First Unitarian Church is tiny with a hushed sense of serenity, which makes it the ideal location for R5 Productions' more ethereal offerings. The dimly lit space, filled with ornate wood carvings and burning votives, gives electro-droney avant-experimental freak-out shows (like Adoration's set in January) the atmosphere they need to truly terrorize. Why is the audience shuddering? Do they expect hooded figures conducting human sacrifice? A dancing Minotaur? A snarling Cerberus eager to pull mortals into eternal damnation? If nightmares could dream, this would be the backdrop. (2125 Chestnut St., www.r5productions.com) —John Vettese

And Finally (this is sort of R5 related) :

CREEPIEST STALKER BLOG WE WISH WE COULD STILL CHECK
Oh Agnewbian, we hardly knew ye. From instituting red-light alerts when Sean Agnew got his hair cut to posting reader-submitted camera phone shots of the R5 Productions founder in Staples, SeanSpotter made DIY stalking the highlight of our woefully non-DIY workdays. We know you quit because Agnew found you out and started responding in the comments section. (So meta!) —Drew Lazor