Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Freep Controversy Continues pt. 2
Monday, April 2, 2012
Freep Controversy Continues
April Fool's Joke Gone Wrong. The Freep.
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Friday, March 30, 2012
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Bruce Springsteen - Boston, MA
Bruce, who is 63, slid across the stage on his knees, jumped up on top of the piano, crowd surfed, and gyrated his ass off like he was 19. Max Weinburg, who is 61, also killed it, pounding the drums with fury and precision. The rest of the E Street band at 15 members strong was also amazing, always on point.
The show started with Springsteen’s new single “ We Take Care of Our Own” and “Wrecking Ball,” the title track off of his new album. Bruce took time every couple of songs to pump up the crown like a fire and brimstone preacher, or lowly mumble rambling stories. He even did that awesome thing where mid-song he introduced the entire band and they each soloed on their respective instruments, something only bands of E street caliber can pull off/deserve. (I mean it’s not really like Skrillex can just stop one of his songs shout “And on bass drop AVI file 74!” Womp womp womp womp) At one point much of the E-street band came up and doo-wopped while told the story of the Apollo theater and his forefathers who played there before launching into a medley of “The Way You Do the Things You Do/634-5789.” He then surprised the crowd with not often played “American Skin (41 shots)” possibly in response to the shooting of Trayvon Martin.
The set included a lot of classics (many of them coming in the last third of the show) including “Badlands”, “Thundercrack” spine tingling renditions of “Thunder Road” and “Born To Run,” and “Dancing in The Dark.”
A wild Peter Wolf appeared for the second to last song, “Raise Your Hand” an Eddie Floyd cover.
Bruce played for almost three straight hours, and was captivating the whole way through, something very few can pull off, (sorry Radiohead.) The set ended with “10th Avenue Freeze-out” and right after the lyric “And the big man joined the band” the entire band stopped and there was a 3 minute standing ovation for Clarence Clemons (pour some out for the big man) who died last year, and very sweetly was replaced by his afroed nephew.
Well, in summation Springsteen fucking rules, and made my life last night.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Thursday, March 22, 2012
My Second Visit to Times Square- New York, NY

I had arrived early for the midnight Fung Wah bus back to Boston. The only problem was, there was no midnight Fung Wah back to Boston. It didn’t exist. It was a figment of improperly reading a bus schedule. Fuck.
I called my friend Nick, “ Are you near a computer?” A dubious question at close to midnight on a Sunday. A bus could be obtained, Nick told me, at the Port Authority. The only problem was the Port Authority was three miles away, and I had very little money, fifteen dollars actually: the price of a bus ticket.
Nick read me the Google directions and fortunately it was mostly one street. An hour later, I came upon it. There it was, Time Square. Giant electronic monoliths dedicated to capitalism surrounded me. They silently blinked in the night, feigning the brightness of day. It was an eerie sight, this modern monument of consumerism devoid of crowds. There were a few stragglers here and there; someone dressed in a full Ghostbusters costume. The amazement of what is a pretty impressive sight was lost on me. The three mile trek and being stuck in New York sucked all the curiosity and interest out of my very first time in Time Square.


















































