“When we did our Lizard Lounge residency in the fall, the room was so quiet for our encore that the entire sold-out crowd heard someone’s tiny little squeak of a fart and we had to stop the show ’cause we all started laughing.” Continue reading
“When we did our Lizard Lounge residency in the fall, the room was so quiet for our encore that the entire sold-out crowd heard someone’s tiny little squeak of a fart and we had to stop the show ’cause we all started laughing.” Continue reading
January is Boston’s most discouraging month. Untrimmed Christmas trees lie strewn on the sidewalks like so much discarded wrapping paper. The snow darkens from white to brown, the city’s own ambiguously-stained linoleum.
Then, into this dreary post-holiday reverie skips Boston’s Celtic Music Fest, like a manic little parka-clad leprechaun. (I tried to find a gif of this but it seems there isn’t one, weirdly.) Continue reading
“It sold out in four minutes. And then our website broke.” Continue reading
Ah, Harvard Square. Home of the tourist, the future billionaire, seemingly endless dining options, and a lot of other cool shit, to say the least. But never before has it been home to the country cousin of a mini SXSW-meets-Newport Folk. Continue reading
The Los Angeles-based singer/songwriter is so understated as to have been commercially, if not critically, overlooked throughout her decades-long career. Continue reading
We caught up with drummer Mike Calabrese and trumpet player/guitarist Mike Olson prior to their double-header at Club Passim to talk about recording and why people love covers. Continue reading
I don’t know about you, but I find it comforting that a faction of traditional bluegrass’ last bastion is straight chillin up in Maine. Continue reading
Lake Street Dive isn’t, strictly speaking, a folk band. But they play a lot of folk clubs so that must mean something. Continue reading
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