When you surround yourself with creative, driven people, magic tends to happen. Since day one, we’ve always prided ourselves on the fact that we were lucky enough to do exactly that at DigBoston, and do it time and time again. Sometimes it was planned from the start, maybe in a staff meeting and then rolled into the big picture; while other times it was completely spontaneous but didn’t fit within the company’s walls, so it branched out to become its own thing. That’s what happened with Together Boston.
Co-created by David Day and Mike McKay, both former employees, it quickly went from an idea to a reality, a side project to a full-fledged organization, complete with partners and a volunteer staff and all long before a single ticket was ever sold. The early years were tough because the idea was always fermenting and evolving, but the crew would meet in our office at night or on weekends and pour hundreds of hours into planning each festival every year. The passion and commitment were incredible, and ultimately that paid off as sponsorship and revenue grew, the lineup expanded, and the festival stood on its own.
It’s not the largest music festival in Boston, it’s simply one of the best. It’s also a proud member of our extended family of ideas created by people that came up through the ranks of DigBoston. May 15-22, Together Boston will once again take over venues across the city. Make a point of getting together with our friends during that week and support some of the best people we’ve ever known.
Jeff Lawrence, DigBoston Publisher + Editor
OH, CRUEL WORLD
Dear Pickup Dick,
Hey there neighbor. I’m afraid to confront you in person since you are the type of savage animal who drives around with empty beer cans in the back of your pickup truck. Unlike everybody else in Allston, you and your idiot family have an entire house to yourselves. Your wife is a loudmouth pile of garbage who watches The View loud with the windows open in the nice weather, and you only top her with your Ford tough schmuckmobile. It doesn’t even fit in your goddamn driveway, so you park it in front of my house, essentially on my lawn, blocking the only bit of grass I have in this trash heap. I’ve called every city department on you and it never sticks. And I’m sure that it has nothing to do with your equally stupid and loud brother who stops by in his police cruiser every other day to illegally park in the same exact place. Come to think of it, he’s fucking your wife.