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G. Love is home and the Philadelphonic hipitty-hopper sounds sweeter and sourer than ever on his new Lemonade. OK, he's sorta home. "Like any good Philly yout', I've been sneaking into casinos long before I was allowed to gamble and now I'm rocking the best casino in AC," jokes Garrett "Love" Dutton, about his Borgata show Aug. 17 while hanging with his son and watching Scooby-Doo up in Boston. And OK, he sorta still lives here. But you never see him — unless he's on a rooftop, making Coke commercials — as he tours the planet constantly. "One day we're going to actually be on the cover of this freaking thing," he teases, noting that I was the first guy to write about him 13 years ago. "That won't happen till I move from Philly. Good things happen to me when I move away from Philly — then I come back home and pheel the philthy, Philadelphonic phunk." (Read more of my chat with G. at citypaper.net.) It's official: Despite that it's the pre-eminent classic pre-NoLibs jazz pseudo juke joint, Ortlieb's did not sell for a cool million to three guys named Moe. Nope. Kevin Mayberry, Andre Myketey and Deependra "Deep" Logani are the three guys who'll take control of Ortlieb's Jazzhaus in September, while working closely with owner Pete Souders, said a source very near to the jazz joint. Apparently, they'll keep the old-head players, add new blood, snag national acts and "do something" with that messed-up powder-blue hut out front. WHOWHATWHERE: If you want to know where Vince Papale and his wife were Thursday and about the delightful/dreary hell life's become cuz of Invincible check in with Stefan "CountFunkula" Sklaroff at www.inafunk.com/main/index.php?q=node/48. While humbler soulstar Candi Staton hit Upstairs at World Café Live to hear the Dukes of Destiny after her downstairs set, Mariah Carey got all diva, keeping fan club autograph hounds waiting while she held court at the Wach with label prez LA Reid. Staton's got better pipes and longer legs — she wins. P.S. Reid's been in town recently, inking a deal with Philly's funky falsetto-soulfullest J. Hill, a Stevie-like semiregular at Ric Rok's "Wednesday Weekly" at Medusa. Hill is an A.D. pick to click. Like the similarly smooth John Legend was. But you got to step bolder to get to this higher ground: Right after we spotted Legend at the Borgata's mur.mur and that casino's Mary J. Blige gig, Legend won Esquire's number 2 spot for Best-Dressed Man. Number 3? Philly's Terrence Howard. All those Fringe/Live Arts types in ties and skirt/sneaker gear in Old City Saturday weren't looking for office work. G'forbid. They was filming two Web commercials for director Marc Brodzik's Woodshop Films to be shown on www.livearts-fringe.org and at da Bryn Mawr Film Institute during the September festival. Brodzik's got time to do this (and film additional docu-footage for his Darren Finizio feature) and shop Hard Coal at Toronto and Michigan film festivals as his next flick on Sammytown, the lead singer of prehardcore band Fang, is on hold. "My subject is MIA in Frisco right now," says Brodzik. And from punk to funk — yeah that's George Clinton you'll spy, unannounced at journo/DJ Docta "Mista" Shock's Wingdom Rock & Soul Arts Fest Aug. 19 at Dowling Palace (1310 N. Broad). They're giving him their Legend Award but can't use Mr. P-Funk's name to promote as he's in town playing a gig. Is Porsche Morales gonna up-jump-the-boogie on Medusa after one year of owning the basement boite? Extending into other rooms 'n' floors with additional sound 'n' stuff? Sure you're getting antsy for cagey manageress Brandy Hartley to book your band at the so-swanky, so-spacious Johnny Brenda's live lot. Gotta wait. In the meantime, you'll have a site designed by Canary Web wiz Mason Wendell (www.colbertnation.com's official fan site and its squawking eagle) launching for Brandy's Brenda to look at. Joshua Ramey is celebrating that his no-mo' computers tribalrawk band Kandy Whales with Clark Roth found new members in Live Nation's Jim Sutcliffe ("Our 'rock' guitarist," says Ramey) and the decade-away-from-playing-with-Ben Arnold Chris Collucci ("Our 'slick' guitarist"). And wouldn't playing with Arnold keep you away for 10 years?! Afro-beating drummer Ramey also just finished his religio-centric dissertation so to get his long-awaited doctorate in philosophy out at Villanova.If you hear rumbling on the 1500 block of Camac — that's Ramey and his ex-Pig Iron missus, Emmanuelle Delpech-Ramey partying. Congrats. It's the final SeeMeTouchMeFeelMe official pre-Live Arts/Fringe get-together Aug. 21 at Bar Noir with Eye-95 Retarred's Madi DiStefano, Triangle Theater alum Michael "Dirty Diamond" Hans and Notebooks comic roastmaster/Lickety Split's Sunday DJ Danny Ozark hosting they own stuff with artist-activist Jodi Netzer, Carmen Martella III, Jesse Wilson's new unbleak/nonsexual material, Mistress Dre-Lo's very sexual monologues, Needles Jones, Triangle's tragic-comic Tom Burke, Falling Cow/Boobies gallery guy Tim Bowen's new music, and sounds from Drake and FranzSchubert, whose own World Café Live weekly ends Aug. 19. May I add that some of the above folks are Leos/b-day types? Needles, Bowen. Good people. There's Leo Robin Parry whose first Philly2NewOrleans series show (www.citypaper.net/articles/2006-08-10/fineprint.shtml) raised tons 'o' cash and got a NOLA marching band down 30th and Walnut. Dre-Lo's our gen's Anais Nin. Bowen's Fourth-past-Bainbridge Falling Cow is gonna replace Shelley Spector's block-away gallery as the art spot off South when she shuts down in Sept. DJs Dozia and Lee Jones, Mantra's Al Paris, Diamond Henri David — Leos. And A.D. I'm a Leo. Love the lions, whydonchoo.