Boston Rock Photos And Stuff
Cradle To The Grave opened this year’s Joan Jett Tribute night at Radio. During their set, Drew Indingaro reminisced about his life forever changing when he found a cassette tape with “I Hate Myself For Loving You” on it as an 11 year old boy. It was one of the most genuine rock ‘n’ roll moments I’ve ever seen. What a great way to start the night.
Things are starting to get rowdy down in Moe’s Lounge. Adam McGrath is getting the patrons riled up with a great mix of tunes. To go along with some quality self-penned material, Adam is busting out covers of The Rolling Stones, The Smiths and a whole lot more. This is fun.
By the time Johnny Northrup took the stage, you could sense a change coming. The introspection of the previous sets was yielding to a more outspoken aesthetic. It was getting later. Johnny fit right in.
Jonny Pape’s Moe’s Lounge performance commanded attention. He showed off an impressive dynamic range within the confines of Radio’s wood paneled basement.
Let’s get one thing clear: Phil Wisdom is dreamy.* It’s not just his dashing good looks, either. The dude has a masterful way with a pop hook. Swoon…
* I know I’m right about this because Davina Yannetty agrees with me and she’s always right.
An early show at Moe’s Lounge started with Gregory Kasabian stripping down his songs for the folks in Radio’s basement.
It’s a beautiful, sunny, late summer day and there are some bands playing on the Charles River? I’m in.
I grab Big Little One and we head down to the Harry Parker Boathouse at Community Rowing, Inc. to check out the Rumble On The River. Jesse Dee’s rock ‘n’ soul sound is the perfect soundtrack for a day like today. Jesse and his band are tearing it up on stage. They know how to work a crowd, even if the majority of that crowd is roped off in the beer garden.*
After the band’s set Big Little One and I go sit on the docks and watch the rowers. What a fantastic way to spend the afternoon.
* Jesse Dee also gained a 6 year-old-definitely-not-in-the-beer-garden fan this afternoon.
Old Soldiers Of The Prairie War churned out a set of gritty Americana-tinged rock n’ roll at The Middle East.
The music of Brian Carpenter And The Confessions rises from the fields at night. Drifting through the cracks of the drafty farmhouse, it hangs in the cobwebs and catches the light of the harvest moon.
Black Fortress Of Opium wove a beautiful tapestry of sound that draped The Middle East stage in intricate textures. It was a perfect backdrop for the haunting melodies that danced about the room.
