Boston Rock Photos And Stuff
I was happy to see that Roy Sludge was part of the TT’s 40th Anniversary celebration. When am I ever not happy to see Roy Sludge? I just can’t get enough of his quick wit and Sun Records sound.
Comanchero kept TT’s 40th Anniversary week rolling with a set of twang and glory.
Matt Heaton & The Electric Heaters kicked off Night #3 of TT’s 40th Anniversary week. We don’t often get spring-reverb-loaded surf tunes around these parts, so this was a bit of a treat.
If you need a special guest band to put an exclamation point on an amazing night (that kicks off an amazing week) of music you could do worse than Mellow Bravo. In fact, if you picked anyone else you probably are doing worse. Proof? Mellow Bravo’s set to close out the first night of TT’s 40th Anniversary week…
This. This right here. This is why I go to shows. Sometimes I fall in love with a band. Inevitably, that band will break up. I’ll be sad. I hope things end amicably, because then there’s a chance. A chance. There’s a chance that this band who made the music that helped me get through the day will play another show and I’ll be lucky enough to be there. Maybe for the 40th anniversary of the club they cut their teeth in. Maybe the set will be cut short, but I’ll be happy. I got to hear Permafrost play “We Are Not Friends Anymore” for the first time in ages, after all. I go to shows to make memories. Sometimes I even get to relive them.
Oh, and there’s this…
Sarah Rabdau & Self Employed Assassins’ set for TT’s 40th Anniversary was captivating. Throw in a a cover of The Sugarcubes’ “Birthday” and you have a performance to remember.
Eldridge Rodriguez took to the TT’s stage as part of the club’s 40th Anniversary celebration. These guys get to me.
TT’s just turned 40. To celebrate this amazing milestone, the folks at the Central Square institution put together an amazing week of shows. Night #1 was hosted by Anngelle Wood of Boston Emissions. Lest anyone thing this would be a quiet and reserved affair, Await Rescue kicked things off with a parade of melodic buzzsaws.
Every Emily Peal And The Band Of Skinny Men performance is like a master course in dynamics. I can’t think of a band in town that has more control over their musical bombast than this cast of characters. They can smolder and they can flare. It’s not uncommon for an all-consuming hush to be followed by a blinding shower of audible sparks. Pay attention. You won’t want to miss this.
Well, isn’t this a nice surprise. I knew nothing of Badknight when I got to TT’s tonight, but I’m watching them now and I’m enthralled. The combination of finger-picked guitar, jazz inflected vocals and just-right upright is enchanting. I’ll be leaving with a copy of their freshly pressed vinyl.
