With confidence, sensuality, and just a touch of silliness, Carmichael aims to keep on fanning funky flames, all for the betterment of Boston.
“It was a place for unknown bands to play without having to worry about filling the space. It was a place to play that was fun. You could have a fundraiser there and raise money, you could try out new material.”
To find it, you have to walk into the Magnolia Smokehouse and look for a staircase in the middle of the place ...
Call it an amalgamation of Mexico and the strewn-lights and naked steel, slate, and wood-lined spots of Austin, Texas.
Be it Davis Square in Somerville, the wild shoddy badlands of Allston, and even the nooks found around Fenway Park, what you're about to read is a story involving intoxicated buffoonery all conducted at your favorite (or not-so-favorite) local haunts, be it drinking in public outdoors (but just for a photo), allusions to shooting pornography, and even men in ruffled shirts becoming threatened by small children drinking out of coconut shells in close proximity to them.