West Philly Communal House Throws Party, Gets Egged

If you were on Kingsessing and 49th this Monday, you probably heard the high-pitched indie warble floating out of The Mitten’s fenced-in yard. Several of the neighborhood kids did, peering in at vegans sitting cross-legged on thrown-out couches and grilling veggie dogs. The indie community is very open, and these kids were invited in even though they hadn’t the faintest grasp of indie rock etiquette, which they demonstrated by sitting onstage next to a solo guitarist, one picking his nose and filling the space between songs with hilarious covers of ‘70s disco hits.

However, tension was brewing on the block. Cars rumbled by, and deep bass upset the mellow mood. As Frontier Ruckus, who had driven in from Michigan, was putting on a rockin’ headlining set, we hooted and hollered praise, and it could have been that it was getting late. In any case, their bassist’s coif was the recipient of a well-tossed egg, which led to a few sour notes and much squinting. Most of us were horrified, and the party soon broke up. But some of the less seemly characters present were frankly amused. They pointed out, heartlessly clever: Can there be a more fitting punishment for a vegan who’s pissing you off than an egg in the head?