So, as promised (it’s just unforgiveably late), I present to you, the rest of the pictures from, Boston Accents Farewell (aka Funeral) Parties. Because I’m a flakey individual, who has found it impossible, in my twenty years, to not let my personal life and personal load, detract from every other situation/responsibility/passion I tend to find much more rewarding, I participate in. So, what I’m saying, or at least justifying to myself, is that I’ve got to get a job, so I can fund, the excruciating price of film or better yet, buy myself a digital camera, that’s capable of producing above-par snapshots, of the band’s The Musicstache worships, and as you’ll find, sometimes, doesn’t so much, well, worship.
Desperately tardy to the party…
- Dirty Virgins
(The Following is way, way…WAY overdue, but relevant nonetheless. I covered this basement show back in August. Why I wrote the review, and never posted it? I couldn’t tell you. However, all of these bands are still playing, still creating, and still rocking. So, read the following, ignore the inconsistencies, download the artists, and spread the music: my lovely ‘stache-ees.)
***Pile, FHM, Dirty Virgins, Kal Marks, Gero & Ide- Last House on the Left of Wadsworth St.***
Call it cliché. Call it cheesy. Call it what you want; however, Sublime said it right: It’s summer time, and (my fellow Bostonians) the livin’ is easy. Well, at least the saying rang true for myself, and to all of those whom chose 30 Wadsworth (aka “the last house on the left”) as their destination of celebration, last Sunday evening. Posted, in the basement, with a bird’s eye view of the crowd and the music, I sat upon three, impressively stacked, amps, basking in one of the few remaining, all-encompassing, hot-August DIY nights, here in Allston. As the season marches on, towards it’s imminent closure, we indulge, and we partake in the hedonistic activities, that summer’s solstice, generally, appropriates. We eat, we sun, we booze, we dance, we let our hair down, and we (sometimes unconsciously) let it all hang out. We say goodbye, especially in a city run by kids, to many, and we do this, in Allston’s backyards, and do it yourself venues. This apparition became evident, as I watched, trying to mask the dorky smile, plastered from one ear, to the other, on my face, some of the greatest music, few of heard, and I myself have the honor to well, have. Wadsworth’s line up aside, was enough to induce such smileage: Pile, FHM, Dirty Virgins, Kal Marks, and Gero and Ide shared the evening’s “bill”, and the backdrop to a summer-ending festivity for the record books, to many, myself included. But, as I’m sure you’ve already deduced, this isn’t a site dedicated to summer, or barbeques, it’s a page dedicated to that universal thing, that brings so many together, including last Sunday’s party-goers: its an homage to music. So, at last, I’m here, now, to talk music. Of the astounding, five sets, of which took place, on said night, it was Gero and Ide, the Dirty Virgins, and Pile’s performances, which, for lack of better term, did me in. A few months back, I came across the volcanic drum beats of percussion duo, Gero and Ide, in what else, but another one of Allston’s understated, underrated basements. When the infectious banging of the groups homemade drum kit erupted from the walls of it’s origin, and out into the backyard, I knew, it was the doing of local group, Gero & Ide, and I made a beeline to the music. The two’s sounds were, like my first experience, indescribable: they compile impeccable percussion lines, innovative twists on punk, psychedelic, and classic rock influences, and impressive use of filters and looping, to create one, cutting edge sound. The two boys that make up Gero and Ide have managed to make two drum kits, alone, accomplish what typically is required of a full-piece band. If anything, the duo’s individual talent is paramount in the production of said sound. In regards to the wide array of music, Boston proudly produces, Gero and Ide, play a fundamental role in maintaining the city’s constantly evolving sound, and the music industry’s push to change the “standard”. Following G&I’s noteworthy performance was Allston’s reputable group, the Dirty Virgins. Like their sets before, the group brought a classic-rock infused sound, and accompanying energy that permeated throughout the night’s audience. the Dirty Virgin’s bring to the north all of Southern rock’s components. Their thick, yet refined sound hints at Creedence Clearwater Revival, Lynard Skynard, and Steppenwolf, but with a distorted, garage rock edge, blanketed over the top. The sound is nothing short of original; however, the Dirty Virgin’s pay respect to those who’ve rocked before them: it reminds us of the classics: it appreciates the legends from our parent’s time. All of these ideas were staunchly carried-out in the evening’s set. In that, the group’s sound was paired, with its member’s enthusiastic and charismatic stage presence. Like my previous run-in’s with this band, I left, with the sound’s and styling’s of the Dirty Virgins, embedded, permanently, in my mind. To round out the night’s standout sets, I found the foreign to my iTunes, and ears, music-group Pile, worthy in competition, for the night’s best. The group’s raw, heavy sound made for the perfect ending, to a perfect night of music. There was sweat. There was stick. There was sound (loud sound). There was Pile. Need I say more? For those who graced Wadsworth backyard, and basement that evening, may see the summer, soon waning; however, we can all take a small sense of satisfaction, in the incredible music, incredible people, and incredible setting, in which we all found ourselves in, as we pack away the swim-suits, and summer dresses, for the down jackets, and knitted caps in anticipation for the near future.
Boulevard Terrace, Allston, MA. Summer 2012.
Pratt St. roadkill.
the brainerd house, my second home during the summer of 2009. many fond memories, feeling wildly nostalgic here.
Humid Summer Nights - Allston, MA