"Live music, more than recorded music, feels like the elixir that staves off the atrophy all that dependency inflicts. I love how simple that truth is."
A friendly reminder that Boston is a city that runs on cyclical demolition and rebirth. Counterculture never left.
Drink, dance, and dance some more. The snow doesn't stand a chance.
Hell of a week ahead. Get to it!
Keep this bookmarked through the school year, and, in the words of the patron saint of getting wild, Andrew W.K.: “Party till you puke.”
Now that life has just begun to squeak its way out from the cracks between the ice and snow, bookmark this spread for all you future springtime fun time planning needs.