Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Posted at
01:10
by
Carly Carioli
As readers of certain message boards will recall, we've had our ups and downs with Ben Sisto. But last weekend's second installment of "Love During Wartime" (a/k/a Sisto Act 2) showcased the side of Sisto we've always admired: it's the kind of give-Boston-a-big-hug pep-rally that will be sorely missed when dude finally moves to New York. A shitload of DJs shared the turntables for half-hour slots, which you'd think wouldn't be enough, except that these are seasoned professionals who know that when the clock's ticking, you throw out the bullshit, crank "Ain't No Stoppin' Us Now," and bring the house down. Or, if you're that dude Lone Wolf (previously seen on thephoenix.tv teaching MIT how to do the Soulja Boy dance), you dream up a 15-foot papier mache crying-police-officer face, put together a slapdash hardcore band, and fuck shit up. In any case, a raucous good time. "Ben Fucking Sistoooooo!"
