The 2nd Annual Elvis Birthday Bash features two Elvises (Elvi?), Mike Albert and Scot Bruce, whose performances are endorsed by original Elvis Presley musicians.
The tour comes to the Keswick Theatre (Easton Rd and Keswick Ave, Glenside; 215.572.7650) on Fri., Jan. 27 at 8 p.m. Tickets cost $29.50.

Below is a Q and A with Scot Bruce, who may very well be channeling The King every time he takes the stage.

Jammy rock band moe. played at the Electric Factory in Philly last weekend and expert lensman Brian Hineline was there to capture shots for Philly EDGE. Also check out the pic of babe rocker Grace Potter, who opened the gig.
moe's folks tell us that the band is finishing up its new CD which is due out later this year.

Beefcake, Bud and Soul
Sidelines or side jobs, Philly spirit teams are all heart

Maybe your idea of a sexy dancer isn’t a svelte, seductive Sally. If that’s the case you’ll want to take a bite out of the Broad Street Beefcakes: ten ample-bodied middle-aged men who sassily shake what the good Lord gave them at selected Sixers games. Since their world-premier debut this past November, the Broad Street Beefcakes are hard to miss on the court as they rap, dance, jiggle their bellies and goof around during breaks between periods.
About half of these guys are professional performer-types; the rest have more “normal” jobs. They may dance and sing, but, according to their bios, they’d all rather dissect the fine art of cheese steak selection than discuss hair products with their traditional Sixers dance counterparts.

Work at play
Philly dance teams demonstrate a uniform strategy of success

By Tara Nurin
Philly EDGE Correspondent

Put to bed your visions of the Carolina Panthers cheerleaders allegedly engaging in hot lesbian fests in bathroom stalls. You have almost no chance in hell of walking into this kind of mélange in Philadelphia. Not because you’re not cool enough to hang out in those bars or because you never did have that kind of luck, but because in Philadelphia, it’s simply not very likely to happen.
Professional cheerleaders and sideline dancers in Philadelphia are just not those kinds of girls. Sorry to disappoint those of you who are reading this article to pick up some juicy sex gossip about the ladies who posed in a lingerie calendar so racy that their Web site has an age-restriction disclaimer. Despite the titillating poses the Eagles cheerleaders struck to raise money for their travel expenses (see, they’re working girls), Philly-area cheerleaders and dancers are nice. And damn hardworking.

If you could excuse me for one moment, I'd like to speak directly to the werewolves from Underworld: Evolution. Hey, how's it going werewolves. Do you mind if I call you werewolves or would you prefer if I called you lycans? What's that? You say that lycans sounds like some sort of fungus? Fair enough. werewolves it is. Now I know you guys are currently in the middle of a big vampire war but if you could just listen to me for a moment I could probably spare all of you a lot of heartache.

Do you know how you're always fighting those vampires at night? Well, you really don't need to do that. Y'see vampires are nocturnal creatures, children of the night and all that horseshit. Their days are spent inside a coffin drooling on a satin pillow and dreaming about Anne Rice and floor length leather trenchcoats or whatever it is that vampires dream about. There's 12 full hours when these pale bloodsuckers are completely vulnerable. Wouldn't it be in your best interest to go after them at 10:30 in the morning armed to the fangs with wooden stakes and holy water? You could put an end to this pointless war and finally get around to more pressing matters, such as whooping the Mummy's dusty ass.