LOST BOSTON VIRGINITY: “1989 … BOYEEE”
Back when Bush I was president, Nirvana’s Nevermind was released and the Sox were still cursed, Kenmore Square was pretty sketch. And sketch central was the legendary rock club, The Rathskeller (“The Rat”). It was here where I popped my hardcore music cherry.
It was “6 bands for 6 bucks” night and the top of the bill were hardcore legends The Freeze and some new up-and-coming boys called the Mighty Mighty Bosstones. We showed our fake IDs, paid our $6 and headed down into the dark, sticky basement to grab a $1 Rat Brew and braced ourselves for the onslaught. Like a good virgin I sat back, let the action happen and kept my mouth shut. But after about 5 beers and 3 sets of hard rock, the music (and alcohol) took over and I found my Asian ass flailing away in the pit leaving the white skinheads wondering, “Hey, did someone order food?”
That was the beginning of the salad days.