The Mass Industry Committee (MIC) doesn’t mind that throwing Boston music award shows is more thankless than drumming. Nor do they anguish over criticism that their first two MIC Awards played favorites. Last week, committee organizers voted to ignore naysayer player haters and announced plans for a third gala in four years.
If I tried to write about every one of the 30-or-so rappers set to collectively slap Unity Fest at The Paradise next Thursday, I wouldn’t have time to fuck around on Facebook and Twitter all day. It would also be a waste of time considering how much I’ve already written about so many of the marquee artists.
It’s a good thing my grandmother stayed home from Necro’s show at the Middle East this past Saturday. She hates when musicians dump buckets of ice water on groupies’ heads, spit in their faces, and talk nasty to them in front of throngs of degenerate suburbanites.We all expected what we got. Before the show began, Lateb and Slant of Heddshotts – who were opening the fandango – told me that they planned to drop the nastiest joint in their arsenal.
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.