New Boston Mayor Marty Walsh holds his first Allston Christmas/ move-in day “Publicly shame a landlord” press conference. I love how they keep the location secret until a couple hours ahead of time. A worthy tradition— imagine moving into a place so crappy and below code that you’re interrupted mid-move by the press, inspectional services, local officials and cops setting up on your lawn to use your place as a slumlord exemplar.
(to be clear, this isn’t just for show— all the above listed folks as well as community activists have been out all weekend fighting the safe-housing battle)
The good news about finding that archived Portland ME alt-weekly is that I found the listing and ad for the Feelies show that I attended way back in ‘89. And noisycats was there! Although I didn’t know her and she wouldn’t reappear in my life until last year. If someone had pointed her out in the crowd and explained the path of my life and changes in technology that led to us meeting last year, I wouldn’t have believed half of it and wouldn’t have understood the rest.
I was telling someone last night about an embarrassing letter I wrote to Portland Maine’s local alt-weekly back in ‘97, which they printed in its bloated 6 paragraph entirety. My point being that I assumed the letter was lost to time, and I was fortunate to have the first 2/3s or so of my life without the internet to preserve my embarrassments for all posterity.
Then later I thought.. hmm. Did some googling, and crap, the alt-weekly has been archived. The paper was scanned, so it’s not searchable.. yet. But I found the letter.
I guess we all should have taken “This will go down on your permanent record” a bit more seriously.
"The less you eat, drink and buy books; the less you go to the theatre, the dance hall, the public house; the less you think, love, theorise, sing, paint, fence, etc., the more you save – the greater becomes your treasure which neither moths nor rust will devour – your capital. The less you are, the less you express your own life, the more you have, i.e., the greater is your alienated life, the greater is the store of your estranged being."
Also the germaphobe in me thinks “Way to lose half your staff to whatever cold is going around.” (eta. and the linguist in me sees the fricative, two sibilants and the plosive that will send those germs flying)
I may delete this tomorrow and I’m attempting to make this unsearchable because I’m gutless, but because this involves a band that many of you like I just want to set the record straight about what happened tonight.
1. Opener, we’ll call them PP, with the second P standing for a slang term for female genitalia (or a cat), is without a doubt a moshing band. Wikipedia describes them as “hardcore punk”. Aggressive moshing happens. Neither the band nor the venue do a thing to stop it.
2. Headliner, we’ll call them JG, the name being a play on a female musician’s name, comes on. There isn’t much moshing but some head bobbing and dancing. Singer says “I see 1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. 5.. people having a good time”. I, a non-mosher, took this as encouragement to be more active. Predictably, moshing ensues. Neither the band nor the venue do a thing to stop it.
3. About 5 songs in a petite woman is led off, obviously injured. Singer tells everyone to cut it out mid-song. Singer rants at the moshers after the song is over. Singer sings one more song and goes offstage. End of show, lasted under half an hour.
4. Singer rants on twitter (you can look it up) about how awful moshers are and she’s never been so upset after a show, etc.
I’m sorry, yes, the moshing was aggressive, but it was pretty much in line with music genre, wasn’t discouraged by the club or either band, and I honestly thought was being encouraged by the second band. If the woman had to go to the hospital as the singer indicated on twitter then yes, the decent thing to do is make sure she was ok, and I’m of course ok with the show being cut short for this. But I don’t think the fans deserve to be reamed out. Aggressive moshing with arms and fists out rather than tucked in is obnoxious and I dislike how it essentially creates an area that excludes everyone but muscular testosterone infused males, but I just figure it comes with the territory and if bands or venues don’t want it to happen they can stop it pretty easily. Don’t act after the fact like you’re appalled it was happening. Not only were a few fans publicly chastised, but the rest of us got half a show. Yes, it’s the fault of the moshers, but the bands and venue share the blame.
Granted that “The Clean”, even when in quotes, is frustratingly unsearchable (eg, [“The Clean” Baltimore] is getting me all sorts of videos on cleaning up Baltimore), but it seems that fewer and fewer people are taking videos at shows. I wish there were some sort of balance— everyone, including bands, was getting sick of the phones in the air thing, but I’m bummed that I’m seeing no videos from Baltimore and only that one of YLT joining them in Brooklyn. I just assumed that people would recognize the YLT thing as something that needed to be recorded for posterity, but I guess we’re going back to these experiences being truly ephemeral..?
Well, it turns out I should have extended my vacation for an extra day— The God Help The Girl preview screening and party that I was supposed to receive for my kickstarter donation is happening tonight in NYC. I had no clue— apparently kickstarter was unable to send the email notification to the address I signed up under. It’s my “signing up for things” address where I just resign myself to being hit with with copious amounts of spam. Although why kickstarter couldn’t reach me when purveyors of walk-in tubs, diet pills, toner ink, genie bras, christian singles, and did I mention the walk-in tubs have no problem reaching me daily, I don’t know.
I’m more annoyed than disappointed. The GHTG album is beautiful, but although I’m looking forward to the film, I’m not dying to see it. And I don’t know if I would have had the guts to attend the party alone. Mostly I’m annoyed because kickstarter is a good idea with too many bugs. And also I asked the GHTG folks if a friend could go in my place (hoping to offer the ticket up on tumblr) and I haven’t heard back. I know they’re busy, but I did pay for that spot..
Blah blah blah, there are worse problems in the world, good lord, are there ever. Maybe I should buy a walk-in tub.