I apologize for writing with such bluntness so soon after our first meeting. But since today is the anniversary of 9-11 and the confused state of affairs that first attracted me to journalism, it seems a forthcoming orientation is in order. Continue reading
Greys have raised the standard: more punk bands should cover Stereolab.
As the lights finally came up at 2am, the drunk mob slithered out all at once, girls stumbling in their heels, clinging to one another for giggling support as guys high-fived behind them. I was sticky as molasses and gasping for breath. Continue reading
As an alternative publication, it’s our responsibility to hammer home the fact that there were more people queuing for Apple products than primaries this week. But since that line of complaint becomes more obvious and cliché with each passing horse race, we sought out an electoral slice of Boston so dismal, such an insult to the democratic process, that it might properly reflect the single-digit idiocracy we’re headed for. Continue reading
As she grows older, Willow Smith is becoming more in tune with what makes songs click. “Easy Easy” is no exception. Continue reading
This was a watershed moment in the Boston’s relationship with the arts: the moment where a multi-stage, weekend-long music festival featuring a stellar lineup of local and national acts, including a few bonafide legends, is no longer a big deal, in the best sense of the phrase. Continue reading
Hardcore wonks will probably be less enthralled by our two cents than sabermetrics geeks at T-ball games, but we nevertheless hope to spark conversation for both novices and know-it-alls. Continue reading
Sure, summers are crazy here, but there is nothing like the last week of August and the first few weeks of September. With their fake ID’s in hand and a glint in their eye, these children will do anything to get past the bouncers to consume as many Jager-bombs as possible. Continue reading