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Posts tagged ‘provincialism’

Then playing

November 7th, 2019

Maura and I spent a good part of the summer of 2018 clearing out my grandmother’s attic of anything I possibly wanted to keep. There were fewer items on that front than I’d anticipated, though the prospect of shifting heavy crates in the sweltering heat tended to override most feelings of materialistic sentimentality. The most […]

Stuff of legend

August 27th, 2019

My elementary school was actually a pair of schools combined in some ancient merger — the Linscott and the Rumford. The Rumford was the newer of the two buildings, rebuilt in Space Age moderne style after the original was firebombed a couple of years before I was born. It was connected by a glass-paneled walkway […]

About two months back, a drunken idiot plowed his pick-up truck into a group of motorcyclists in New Hampshire, killing seven of them. It soon came out that the driver of the truck shouldn’t have been behind the wheel — neither drunk nor sober — because he’d been picked up on Connecticut on a DUI […]

Made me happy

May 28th, 2019

Ever since YouTube became a (increasingly problematic) thing, there have been a pair of clips for which I’ve been waiting to get the streaming video treatment. One is of Greg Evigan’s musical performance on Pink Lady and Jeff, where the Man Otherwise Known as BJ attempts to give more than his talent can actually deliver. […]

Front and center

May 9th, 2019

Pal Keith was ruminating the other day about his recent trip to Berlin, and how much its high-density, pedestrian-friendly model contrasts with the auto-happy sprawl on this side of the pond. Some of that can be chalked up to the encirclement the west sector of that city experienced during the Cold War, along with Europe’s […]

The Boston Phoenix was a fixture in my life from the dawn of the Nineties through the start of the new millennium. The weekly tabloid was the Hub’s answer to the Village Voice, and part of a now-defunct regional media empire which also included Greater Boston’s flagship alt-radio station. Every Thursday or Friday, a van […]

In the fall of 1984, my family moved out of our cramped North Woburn apartment and into the other side of my grandparents’ duplex just north of Woburn Center. Lil Bro and I got our own room with bunkbeds and a door and everything. That may not sound like a radical development, but it was […]

From the summer of 1990 through the spring of 1991, I regularly listened to WMBR. The scrappy little underdog of Boston’s alt-and-college radio was broadcast out of MIT, nestled at the bottom of the FM band and sporting a signal that managed to reach the wooly wilds of Woburn with little static or distortion. I’m […]

RE: Format

February 23rd, 2018

The first compact disc I ever saw in the wild was a copy of Al Stewart’s Year of the Cat that someone gifted to my mother in the mid-Eighties. Our family didn’t own a CD player, so she ended up handing it off to a co-worker who did own one in exchange for his vinyl […]

The best of the mess

August 29th, 2017

The Commonwealth of Massachusetts requires fingerprinting as part of the adoption process, so Maura and I rode out to Waltham a couple of Tuesdays back to have our hands run through a digital scanner. The office was located on Moody Street, a vibrantly seedy thoroughfare that’s one of the last relatively intact vestiges of my […]

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