LOST BOSTON VIRGINITY: “A THIRD-GRADE FIELD TRIP OR SOMETHING.”
I remember seeing the Mars Volta at the Avalon right when Deloused (their only worth-my-time record) came out. I waited the entire day sitting on the pavement of Lansdowne St., waiting for those doors to open. Walking around Fenway Park and into Back Bay to grab a coffee was mind-altering. Coming from a suburban town right outside Boston, everything seemed so huge, so fast, so awesome! Finally at 7pm the doors opened and we sprinted in towards the stage only to see Omar and Cedric chillin’ on the floor. The two skinny-fro’d, saviors of prog-rock were my heroes at the time and seeing them in person was insane. We were front and center for the whole show. Never had I ever seen such an intense performance; it melted the way I thought about music previously and my perception of Boston as a whole. After that I began coming into the city regularly, and to this day the Avalon has a special place in my heart. If it weren’t for that show I probably wouldn’t be where I am now.