I've got a flashlight in one hand and a wand in the other. Evening's last light is trickling through hundred-foot trees. There's a stream of us hopping from one boulder to the next, squeezing between caverns, trying to keep our dress robes from dragging on the dirt path.
Oedipus at WBCN in 1978. MORE PHOTOS: WBCN through the years.
"Five years it took them. Five years, almost to the date. Boom. Goodbye. My baby, into the ground."
-- Oedipus, on the fate of WBCN after he left
You want someone to name names? Fine. Oedipus -- the legendary former program director of The Radio Station Formerly Known as WBCN who introduced a generation of Bostonians to punk rock and guided its powerhouse rock-radio station through its glory years -- will name you some fucking names.
When we broke the story this morning that WBCN was being killed by its corporate overlords, the response in Boston was a collective"WTF?" Now that the shock has begun to wear off, it's time to start counting bodies.
Gone immediately are the weekend DJs who also happened to have been the people at WBCN who cared most about music -- albeit about music that WBCN rarely played anymore.
Bay-area indie-nerd-avant-hip-hoppers Why? are releasing a new album this fall that's the follow-up to their well-regarded 2008 release Alopecia. The new track, "This Blackest Purse," is more of a bittersweet piano ballad. It still sounds kind of like an aughties update of They Might Be Giants, particularly on the "what should these earnest hands be holding?" line in the hook, but it's an improvement to my ears.
1. "Song of the Marseillaise of the Federation of 10 August, Year II" (link)An
awkwardly entitled song to be sure and one which eventually became the
French national anthem. Yes, it's a little over the top ("The blood of
kings waters your furrows!") but sort of hard to beat as an anthem in
terms of nationalistic pomp.
Our own Chris Faraone -- aka Ol' Dirty Needle -- took time off from his burgeoning rap career to catch Jay-Z's gig at Mohegan Sun. Full report coming soon -- in the meantime, here's a clip of "My President Is Black."
We're not above getting all hysterical and shit when anyone -- ANYONE -- covers a Neutral Milk Hotel song. Really, we're not. Which is why as soon as everyone started blogging their faces off about the dude from Fleet Foxes covering NMH during a solo show over the weekend, we zapped ourselves right over there and downloaded it, stat.
Fresh off their performance at East River State Park in Williamsburg (with Fucked Up!), Boston post-punk legends Mission of Burma announced (or, rather, their label, Matador, announced for them) today that they'll release a new album this fall. Entitled The Sound, The Speed, The Light, it's their third post-reunion release.
Hey, did you hear? We're putting on a free show with our friends at WFNX (that's 101.7 on your radio dial in Boston; 92.1 in New Hampshire) in just a couple of weeks (meaning August 1)! And Canadian indie-popsters Metric, they of the current radio hit "Help, I'm Alive," are going to be there! And maybe if we're lucky .
Attention! If you're an A&R scout poking around New England for the next Passion Pit, a/k/a the next-next MGMT: we're wrapping this up in a nice bow and serving it to you on a silver platter. Boston electro-pop sextet MYSTERY ROAR, who rose from the ashes of We Are Cassette/Fantasy Mirrors but sound even radder, have been rocking our iPods with an album's worth of unreleased jams that are just starting to make their way onto the intertubes.
MORE PHOTOS: Katy Perry at House of Blues, Boston. PHOTO CREDIT: Eric Baumann.
Those of you who remember our Britney ticket giveaway already know the drill. But to reiterate, here's how this works: We give you a Madlib/Match Game-style fill-in-the-blank phrase. You a) follow us on Twitter if you haven't already, b) complete the phrase, cleverly, then c) tweet your response to @bostonphoenix.
VIDEO: Trachtenberg Family Slideshow Players live at Harper's Ferry
If you happen to be at a neighborhood garage sale and notice a hipster family gleefully rummaging through boxes full of abandoned family vacations slides from years past, and if this family happens to be composed of a father with Woody Allen-esque glasses, a mother sporting a vintage suit dripping in epilates, and daughter in a turquoise jumper with neon pink tights (perhaps with a tiny Chihuahua tucked under one arm), you are witness to The Trachtenberg Family Slideshow Players. And they are in the process of writing a song.
About five hours ago -- we presume post-Fallon taping -- Questo tweeted that he was locked down in the studio "trying a dilla move in which he takes a horrible album & tries to make a miracle."
The album? From 1985, Living The Book Of My Life by Philip Michael Thomas, aka Tubbs.
Time spent from conception to execution: we're guessing about two and a half hours, not including the time he spent Twittering updates on his progress .
26 MORE PHOTOS: Amanda Palmer bares all
The last time Amanda Palmer picked up a sharpie and Twittered about it, she invented a new hashtag and made about $25 grand overnight.
This time the results were a little bit different.
Amanda is not averse to taking off her clothes -- we learned that a couple years ago, when she stipped nekkid and streaked across the Avalon stage at one of our Best Music Poll concerts.