Well, here's a couple of boatloads of manly responsibility:
Willow ,'First Date'
Buffista Music III: The Search for Bach
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
Well, here's a couple of boatloads of manly responsibility:
Did you finish it? Rock! Congratulations.
Good colors on your cover, dude.
I did my guest blogging thing for Powells. It should be up next week or sometime after. I was only able to fit one pimping in, which went to Liese's work, but if anybody engages me in the comments I'll try to get out the word on GC's project, Secret Crush Society and the very best place to read SUV reviews.
Also women should date tommyrot and Scola.
Scola provided me with the blog-accompanying picture. All hail, the Scola!
Actually, the manuscript's due to Barker in 2.5 weeks. I'm a busy guy right now because I need to have a complete draft done in the next week so that I'll have time to review and rewrite parts.
And thanks! I dig your colors better, actually, but there's nowhere to go with SOTL but orangey-red. Also, I note that the publicist used my original description of the book, which isn't accurate these days. Only one of my prospective interviewees was interested in participating, for instance.
Well, yeah. I'm finding myself kind of relating to Peggy right now, being that I feel that we're in the same place, in a lot of ways.
Ditto. When I was procrastinating in the research stage, I wrote up back jacket copy for my book in the style of a Criswell prediction.
But neither of us are knocked up by a scion at least. that's probably good.
I was only able to fit one pimping in, which went to Liese's work
Mwah! Many thanks, Hec!
The Cure played just two locations on their first US Tour in 1980 before returning to England. NYC @ Hurrah’s and the next night Boston @ The Underground Club. The single “A Forest” had just been released in England and performed live for the first time in the US.
This month KINODV has a live video cut of “A Forest” from the show in Boston.
First time watch for anyone: >[link]
Boston @ The Underground Club.
Where the hell was that? I know about a lot of the old school Boston places (The Channel, Spit, etc.) but this one's new to me.
It was a bit before my time.
The Underground was a truly legendary Boston rock club that opened in February 1980 and was brought down on Sunday evening, June 21, 1981. That night when the Neats swung into a cover of the 13th Floor Elevators' "You're Gonna Miss Me," audience members decided to take the closing into its own hands, pulling down ceilings, tearing off wall fixtures, blowing up toilets, and generally having a good time. The mayhem continued through "Another Broken Dream." That performance was recorded and released on the Propeller cassette anthology (cassette, Propeller, 1981). -- "Talk about capturing a moment..." -- Michael Hafitz, Boston Rock, November 5, 1981, Issue 23[link]
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One of the things we're going to have to fight for is more Undergrounds, that little Allston club that can be credited with spawning around 40 Boston bands within the last year if only because it gave them a place to play. 20 of those bands are good to great, and the local scene has been turned around because of it. As 'BCN's Oedipus says, "We're finally seeing bands that aren't derivative of past successes." For a city about 1/15th the size of LA, New York or London, where you're guaranteed a fair number of rock mutants on the basis of numerical probability alone, Boston has produced an amazing list of new bands over the last year or so.
The Underground gave Boston its first taste of the better Brits (Cure, Joy Division...) as well as providing a place for New Yorkers to visit (Bush Tetras, The Dance, Raybeats, Lydia Lunch...). But the big names weren't the real attraction. It was the club's attitude toward nurturing musicians with ideas, and the fact that on just about any night you could walk in and have your feet and brain moved by some locals. And these locals aren't just "promising" any more, they're good now. Unlike most "progressive" clubs, the Underground wasn't closed down for lack of success. Instead the land barons of Boston University simply had to have the basement club for a dorm launderette and their high-powered lawyers made sure that it turned out that way. So start looking for a laundry to turn into a club.[link]
--- Tristram Lozaw, "Backyard Hijinx," Take It!, Grand Slam Issue [No. 4], 1981.