Boston Rock Photos And Stuff
Brendan Boogie brought his new, as-yet-unnamed band down into Moe’s Lounge to show off some new tunes and scrape his knuckles on the ceiling. OK, the second part may not have been intentional.
The Full-Time Dreamers know their hard rock. Jay Ryan and Dave Dyer riff it up on guitar and bass respectively. Kate Kenney wails and Scott SanGiacomo is a madman behind the drums. Sounds about right.
The Highway’s website says they split time between Boston and Brooklyn. I’m not exactly sure how that works, but I know it involves an RV…
Why am I posting pictures of Space Balloons playing at a birthday party for a three year old? I’m adding some visual spice to some friendly advice. If you are throwing a party for a kid you should hire Space Balloons. Hell, if you’re throwing a party for an adult you should hire Space Balloons.
Walter Sickert and his traveling band of SteamCrunk gypsies make their way to the stage. It has already been an eclectic and memorable evening. Black Thai overpowered us with their thunderous roll. Sidewalk Driver made us a sandwich. Planetoid tried to power their spaceship with our souls and/or melt our faces — which is a better fate than Mary Widow and her seductress companions wished upon us. Now we’re being tipped on end by sights and sounds as varied as the night is long. The Army Of Broken Toys are putting their musical and physical wares on display in an attempt to bring the crowd under their spell. We tumble along, once again avoiding the grasp of Mary Widow as “Ghostbusters” rings through the rafters…
So… It’s not entirely clear to me if Planetoid’s goal is to melt faces or enslave the human race.* If a heavy dose of funk-injected hard rock is the way to accomplish either of these ends, then they seem to be well on their way to whatever devious plot they choose.
* Mary Widow, who joined Planetoid for a rendition of “Helter Skelter”, made it very clear that she wants us all dead. No confusion there.
The morning after Sidewalk Driver’s semi-final set at last year’s Rumble, I described the spectacle that took place to my then-4-year-old son. He listened in astonishment.
The morning after Sidewalk Driver’s recent show at Brighton Music Hall, I told my now-5-year-old boy that Tad made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on stage.* He laughed hysterically.
I’m not sure which reaction made me happier…
* Yes, this is real. It was one of the single greatest moments of my concert going life.
This was my first time seeing Black Thai. I had been warned ahead of time about the pure volume that accompanies their particular brand of heavy. Truth be told, I was too distracted by their awesomeness to notice.
John Powhida is a natural born entertainer. I don’t know which I enjoyed more: listening to the laid back solo version of “Daddy’s The Man” or learning the awful/hilarious story that inspired the song.* Win-win.
* Awfully hilarious?
Tom Baker is a pretty great songwriter. He knows rock n’ roll. It was cool to hear stripped-down takes on some of my favorite Dirty Truckers tunes.
Evan Shore also knows rock n’ roll. When he joined Baker for some choice covers (including kick-ass takes on Elvis Costello and The Knack), there was no way it wasn’t going to be fun.
