Cinderella BE A'HAPPENIN' NOW!!
At Tenth and Arch Streets in Philadelphia stands the Trocadero, once a notorstriptease joint, now a rock club. But maybe what’s happening here tonight isn’t so far removed from the stage scandals that used to smolder in downtown Philly before burlesque went the way of Ben Franklin’s kite and George Washington’s wooden teeth.
Cinderella BE A'HAPPENIN' NOW!!
Richard Hogan
ric was walking around, and I I said, 'That guy looks cool. I wonder if he con ploy bass."— Tom Keifer
At Tenth and Arch Streets in Philadelphia stands the Trocadero, once a notorstriptease joint, now a rock club. But maybe what’s happening here tonight isn’t so far removed from the stage scandals that used to smolder in downtown Philly before burlesque went the way of Ben Franklin’s kite and George Washington’s wooden teeth. Perched on a platform above a pack of beefy, fist-pumping customers is a prettified all-male quartet that’s cranking put some bump-and-grind metal rock. At stage center, the singer, Tom Keifer, dons and doffs assorted hats, jackets, guitars and sunglasses, like a girl stepping out of her mom’s walk-in closet.
Through the Troc’s stellar sound system, Keifer, 25, howls one of Cinderella’s regional favorites, “Back Home Again’’:
Trusted my hopes ayn dreams Wit sombwon who said day nyew
Jist how ta bake ends beet,
Day havain’t parp a clyue!...
I’m baked, baked, baked, baked home uggin!