limousine – which I assume belongs to Ernie Boch, Jr. (nominee: Outstanding Blues Act of the Year) – idling
outside the Roxy last night was an appropriate metaphor for the 2008 Boston
Music Awards. Despite it being a quasi-posh invite-only event (albeit one that any
super fan could have easily penetrated), the gala didn’t reek of superficiality.
We're hard at work over here putting together photo, video, and good old written recaps of last night's Boston Music Awards, but for now we figured that you might want to know who the winners were. Click here for lists of all the nominees, and be sure to check back later on today and all week long for continued coverage.
Letters To Cleo: "Here and Now" [Live in Los Angeles, 2008]
Probably no secret that we've still got a soft spot for "I See" and "Here and Now," which
were, for a certain generation of Boston musician, the gateway drug to
girlie power-pop. LETTERS TO CLEO kick off a sold-out, two-night homecoming at the Paradise tonight and tomorrow, and if Kay Hanley has anything to say about it, this is a one-time-only affair -- so everyone is hereby encouraged to make the most of it.
Our dudes over at WFNX are throwing a members-only gig at Church on December 10 featuring TING TINGS, whom you came to know and love thanks to an iPod commercial, but whom our six-year-old knows as the "That's Not My Name" band. There is something a little Kidz-Boppish about 'em -- we'd describe their album as M.
On night one of the sold-out WFNX "Miracle on Tremont Street," the OTD cams were lodged alongside the Sandbox dudes in what felt like the hottest, tinyest dressing room in Boston. Fletcher managed not to puke anybody, Special Ed spilled our Red Bull, and we met Rush's manager -- not to mention Geddy Lee's nephew. More on him and his band in a few, as well as a dispatch from the Airborne Toxic Event kids.
Last we heard, the Raveonettes had taken time off for Sharin Foo to have a baby -- and sponsoring their maternity leave by releasing a stack of digital EPs while plotting a transformation from Jesus-and-Mary-Chain-ish mega-garage duo to Justice-y dancefloor obliterators. Or whatever it is that happens to rock bands after they sign to Vice.
Party Arty was
one of few rappers who hardcore street cats and underground aficionados agreed
was, as we say, a mother fucking problem. He was rough, rugged, and raw, and homeboy had the leather
throat to match his Timberlands and attitude. For those reasons and about a
million others, he’ll be missed around The Bronx and in rap circles from Boston to Botswana
and to hell with Mariah Carey’s frontal massage therapist. If I could switch
places with anyone on earth it would be esteemed reggae photographer and king Trustafarian
But while I’m
clearly jealous of the man, I have no resentment. Just because Simon (as in
Simon & Schuster) was born into opulence doesn’t mean I hate him.
Download: Midatlantic, "Shine"
When you’re a four-piece Boston rock band in part imported from Dublin and called the Bleedin Bleedins, you’re pretty much telling potential show attendees, “Your face will be punched.” Since their jaggier and more punkified days, however, the Bleedins have done a bit of ironing and straightening up, and they’ve changed their name to Midatlantic
We've heard that Paramore's Hayley Williams and Twilight star Robert Pattinson are in the market for a duet. Shame someone didn't check out A.A. Bondy's Daytrotter session earlier this year and assign them to cover "Oh The Vampyre," an as-yet-unreleased track from the former Verbena singer's solo ouerve. With vampires now trumping zombies and werewolves, this is about as slick a commercial move as Bondy's capable of -- which isn't very -- so if Hayley and Robert take a pass, can our HBO peeps see about the closing credits of True Blood? As promised, we took the cams to Bondy's recent Great Scott set and came back with a new, full-band version of the "Vampyre" song, plus a version of "Black Rain, Black Rain" from his fantastic solo debut American Hearts