ABOVE: Crappy video of Macca soundcheck, live from Bleacher Bar!
The view from Bleacher Bar.
Most summer days, working in the Fenway sucks. In the mornings, last night's Fenway assholery is as unavoidable as a puke stain -- or, just as often, an actual pile of puke -- on the Brookline Avenue sidewalk. In the evenings, it's like having to live your life in the middle of the Topsfield Fair. Then once a summer, some dumb band like Phish decides to play a historic ballpark, and by the time you get to the office you have to shake the hippies out of your jeans before you get on the elevator.
Then again, once in a long while you open your window on a gorgeous, 80-degree day and it's like, "Hey, is that the Stones?" And it actually is the Stones, and they've decided to warm up for two nights prior to their Fenway dates by playing for an hour and a half to nobody, except the people lounging out on the street and listening in.
Being a Stones guy, as opposed to a Beatles guy, I'm not like jumping up and down because Paul McCartney's playing Fenway tonight. But look, you open your window and a Beatle singing "All My Loving" floats through on a breeze -- well, it's enough to make a Stones fan declare a (very) temporary detente with those Beatles freaks.
We sent the interns down to sneak into Bleacher Bar to see if it was open, and sure enough -- it was. Although good luck trying to hear anything over the chattering folks at the bar. Will they shut up for the show? Will you be able to see anything? Probably not, but if you're sans ticket, there are lots worse places to be.
As we write this, Paul's finishing up his soundcheck, which has been intermittent all afternoon but has been steady for the past half-hour or so, and we're suggesting the corner of Yawkey Way and Boylston Street as prime listening space -- the stage is angled out that way, and with the right breeze you might get better sound than being inside on the third-base line.
If you're Paul-squatting in Fenway tonight, we remind you to show up early for MGMT.