Porter is where I go when I want there to be a finite number of dumb things that I’d be capable of doing in one evening. Like, say, five of them. Continue reading
Porter is where I go when I want there to be a finite number of dumb things that I’d be capable of doing in one evening. Like, say, five of them. Continue reading
“Most poems make me feel stupid, like they’re trying to say something just for the sake of making me feel that way.” Continue reading
An off-stage video performance doesn’t get more authentic and folk-pop warm than Brothers McCann singing, playing guitar and drinking some beers at the neighborhood bar.
Quick! You need to literally sprint, not run, not walk, and certainly not skip to see this rocking, whiskey-voiced singer experimenting with some sort of “rhythm and blues” music, Continue reading
“Porter Square Grenade Scare”
Life is just a little bit brighter on the Left Bank of the River Charlie. http://peterpaulpayack.com/imitasyon
Just when we thought the MBTA couldn’t suck any harder, it exceeded our expectations. Continue reading
So besides the fine spread and the free beer what drew you to come to this gallery opening? Continue reading
The Dig likes to read. We hope you do too. Need some ideas? Boston’s independent literary scene (litscene) is so full of people, places, things and thangs that we can present you with a weekly digestif of lit-related palatables. Your only job is to read all the effing time. Continue reading
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