no one lives forever, though; no one’s wise to try
Sometimes my obsession with Ted Leo scares me1. I have either RJ or Marie to thank for introducing me to him, not sure which. Both of them made mix CDs for me within the same six month period, one with “Me and Mia” and the other with “Biomusicology.” Or maybe “Bridges, Squares” was on one [...]
your former glories and all your stories
Guys, I figured it out. One of the key dilemmas of human experience. The question of why the artists we discover in our youth – our turbulent adolescence, the college years where we develop our critical stance – seem so much better to us than the artists who start their careers when we’re old. “Today’s [...]
home is the place I want to be, but I guess I’m already there
Every fall, the Hancock Tower starts bringing in live musicians to play during the afternoon. It’s someone with an electric keyboard, or a flautist, or a string quartet once we approach the Christmas season. It adds a touch of culture, the kind you’d get in a suburban mall or a clean hotel, to an otherwise [...]
nothing is better than this
There’s a bald guy with a scraggly beard who sits at the bus station outside the Boston Public Library most afternoons. He makes popping and clicking sounds with his mouth. He doesn’t appear to me making them at anyone – not the ck-ck of the cartoon wolf leering at a dame in a checkered skirt. [...]
I swear to god, in this light and on this evening
If rock and roll’s about anything, it’s about fast cars, loose women and cheap intoxicants. Of those, the House of Blues’ Foundation Room seems equipped only for the lattermost. Step through a pair of unguarded yellow doors on Lansdowne Street in Boston, opposite Gate C at Fenway Park. You’re immediately intercepted by two nattily-dressed gentlemen [...]
you don't know love like you used to
In This Light and On This Evening: So we’re cool with Tom Smith being this generation’s Ian Curtis? I wasn’t around when we took the vote; sorry. But it seems to be a done deal? I’m cool with it, don’t get me wrong. But it seems like any claim Editors had to not being Joy [...]
the memories will linger on; the good old days, they’re long gone
I still sit in dumb amazement, sometimes, at the power music has over me. Standing in Johnny D’s on Saturday, watching the Ravens lose, Bobby pointed out a particular Beatles song that Beatlejuice was covering. It reminded him of the old shareware game Scorched Earth, which he used to play for hours with a friend [...]
play your part
I saw Girl Talk at House of Blues on Monday night. I had nothing but good things to say about the venue before visiting on Monday; after, I had my doubts. When we got in line outside, one of the staff checked our tickets and sent Serpico, Kim and I to the upstairs mezzanine, RJ [...]
there's a clock on the wall and it counts my time
Saw some live music at the House of Blues this weekend. The Islands The first opening act, The Islands combined the best aspects of Radiohead with the worst aspects of The Arcade Fire. Good stuff but I don’t feel compelled to buy it. I was really confused since I showed up long after doors had [...]
I've got that rock and roll; I've got that future flow
We’ve Got The Beat That Bounce Watching the video for “Boom Boom Pow” this weekend – just because, okay? – raised the obvious question: what do the other two guys in the Black Eyed Peas do? Why are they there? You’ve got Will.i.am producing the songs – and as little as I like their songs, [...]
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