We found out the same way you did -- from Ryan Walsh's (Hallelujah the Hills, the Stairs) late-breaking MySpace bulletin. (Dude, we know you have a show tonight, but talk about burying the lead.) (In Ryan's defense: after 30 seconds of googling we discovered that the Honeypump Board has known this for two days.
1. Every record store clerk's favorite novel, which then became every record geek's favorite movie, is now going to be . . . every record nerd's favorite Broadway musical? Boston gets first look at the $10 million production from the team behind Avenue Q -- are the good old days of the Hub as a tryout town back again for real?
Photos (c) Carina Mastrocola
Dresden DollsApril 21 at the Orpheum
Outside, the Brigade chalked portraits in the alley and smoked sullenly and dutifully gave fake names to the union photographers from the dailies. A girl with enormous breasts turned cartwheels in a strapless dress.
Clawjob delivers OTD's promotional fee
You loved Clickers. We loved Clickers. Everyone loved Clickers.
But dude, this is SO MUCH BETTER.
We are talking about Clawjob, the new group featuring ex-Clickers dude Mike Gintz and his pal Nick Burgess of the video-game-coverband Project X (not the jokey hardcore band of the same name).
1. The Boston Symphony Orchestra has a podcast.
2. Symphony Hall to host rock shows. Your band can play there too.
3. Aimmee Mann and My Morning Jacket are sitting in with the Pops.
4. Holy Coolio, Batman: what the fuck happened to Keith Lockhart's hair?
The Rumble, Boston's 28th annual rock n roll catfight, never fails to bring out the best and worst of the local music scene. It's sort of like American Idol for poor, ugly people. This year's edition comes to a close tonight. If you're reading this, you probably know a finalist, a judge, or someone who's rooting for one of these bands.
Don't know if there's any tix left, but as previously reported, tomorrow night marks the world premiere of Not a Photograph: The Mission of Burma Story (details here). The film was begun by David Kleiler Jr (who played with Peter Prescott's post-Burma band Volcano Suns), but what we forgot to mention last time is that another of the filmmakers is Jeff Iawicki, who shares a practice space with the Burma guys in Black Helicopter (click here for more OTD gushing about Black Helicopter, as well as a new song from their forthcoming Ecstatic Peace/Universal album).
1. Ever since the Boston Globe's longtime "pop critic" Steve Morse -- or, as we like to call him, the Leader of the Hacks -- took the buyout and retired, bringing to a close one of the least distinguished reigns in all of rock journalism, it has been widely rumored that the Globe was attempting to kill two birds with one stone by using one new hire to replace Morse and fellow-buyout-taker Renee Graham.
The bio that went out with the Dresden Dolls' Yes Virginia mentioned in passing that they were working on a production with Cambridge's prestigious American Repertory Theatre -- though Spin got their homonyms twisted and reported the title of the play was The Onion Seller. (For clarification: see Gunter Grass's The Tin Drum
So, how've you been?
We've been trying to work our way out from under the avalanche of site-clogging traffic generated by our blogging bretheren over at Slop Culture, who just had the internet version of a runaway, chart-topping, Beatle-mania-type hit single. A ridiculous little idea they had called "The 100 Unsexiest Men in America" -- a parody of lad-mag "100 sexiest women" features -- became a bona-fide internet meme.
Gogol BordelloSaturuday, April 15 at the RoxyPhotos and words by Melissa Ostrow
Dreads and heads of primary-colored hair bounced in the crowd, fists were pumped in their air, dances were danced, and song parts were sung along with, as hippies and punks found something to agree on: Gogol Bordello and the group's manic lead singer, Eugene Hütz.
In case you haven't been here in a week, it's our birthday . . . almost. We're celebrating tonight at Enormous Room. This post was supposed to be up hours ago, but we started getting hammered at noon, Cami just left to pick up some Suicide Girls, and, well, you're lucky we haven't puked on our keyboards yet. But in honor of OTD's first anniversary, and to remind you of why you love us, we present .
Ghostface, Tony Starks, Theodore, Ironman, Pretty Tony -- the man's got as many aliases as he's got quality albums on his resume. His latest effort, Fishscale (Def Jam), shines a sheen not seen since Supreme Clientele, so when he rolled up to the Paradise last night the crowd was amped for his "hot like pasta" delivery.
The Alloy Orchestra used to have the new-scores-for-silent-films racket sewn up around here, but over the past few years what was once a novelty has become a niche market, and one of the awesomest bands to jump into the genre has been Devil Music. Aside from being one of the most underrated art-punk trios in town, they also do shit like get their friends together into 30-piece orchestras and put on sold-out neo-classical shows, and then turn around and tour the country playing live to The Cabinet of Dr.
Franz Ferdinand and Death Cab for CutieApril 12 at Agganis ArenaPhotos by Carina Mastrocola
Oh, sure, you came expecting quite the cat fight: a pair of unevenly matched (yet highly-leveraged) indie/alterna/collegerock bands going at it mano-a-mano, face to face, skin to skin. Brits versus Yanks! The war of "independence" all over again! Fur flying, probably! An exchange of words, at least! Some strategically passive/aggressive taping-off of the soundboard, wink wink!