Painstaking studio experimentalists the Ataris are not. So when it takes them four years to put out a new release, you know something’s up. Some of the shit the band have gone and done since So Long Astoria: 1. walked out on Colombia 2. delayed the release of an album 3. grew their lineup to seven members 4. created their own label.?xml:namespace>
To tide you over until Opening Day
(33 days and counting), a few books that have recently crossed my desk and are well
worth paging through:
a Grapefruit Sun: Red Sox Spring Training a Quarter Century Ago, published
by the good people over at Rounder Books, is a beaut: a sun-drunk photo album
of afternoon idylls in Winter Haven back in the early 1980s.
While a number of my fellow Phoenicians were camped out over at the Boston Burlesque Fest this weekend, I headed out to the Coolidge where The Sex Workers Art Show Tour was making a stop on Saturday at midnight. This was my first time attending the event, which has been running every year since 1997. It was also the first time I can remember seeing real-life naked ladies outside of the bedroom.
From this weekend's Great Boston Burlesque Exhibition. Full report coming soon. Photos by Matthew Craig and Heidi Heimsal.
Photo credit: Caitlin Curran.
Full report from the Hasty Pudding's Woman of the Year parade over here. Also, because we've been looking for an excuse to post it, the nine-minute "director's cut" version of "What Goes Around," which has been described as the next best thing to a Justin/Scarlett sex tape:
DOWNLOAD: Mean Creek, "Hands Behind Our Heads" (mp3)
Chis Keene and Aurore Ounjian were kicking around town as an indie-folk duo called, in true Damon & Naomi fashion, Chris & Aurore. But lately they’ve been fleshing out their songs with a full band, and they’ve rechristened themselves MEAN CREEK
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