When all has been said and done, I raise my beer and I swear “God its been fun!”

ZOMG! Could it be?


It’s finally an entry about the greatest show all year!


Hometown Throwdown 12

On Sunday night, nine guys in matching red and white outfits thrilled fans on Boston’s Landsdowne Street, inspiring chants and cathartic fist pumps. There was shoving and heavy drinking, and when it was all over, the crowd spilled out onto the sidewalk, where police were on hand, just in case. This may sound like a familiar scene, but given that it’s December, the action wasn’t at Fenway Park, but rather across the street at the House of Blues, where the Mighty Mighty Bosstones proved they’re still Beantown’s second-favorite live draw. The stage was a Christmas scene. There were projected scenes of a fireplace, and on one side of the stage was a light up plastic Santa and “Blanta”. The house lights turned on as Dicky Barrett took the stage with the rest of the band. “This is a very special thing,” said Dickey, thanking us for attending night two of this year’s “Hometown Throwdown”. The Bosstones had just opened with a pair of songs from ‘Pin Points and Gin Joints,’ their first new album in seven years, and Dicky had to have been relieved — though perhaps not surprised — by what he heard: his own lyrics, shouted back at full volume. Such is the relationship the Bosstones have with their fan base.

The Bosstones' xmas stockings

Over the course of its two-hour performance, the seminal ska-core band mixed radio hits with deep cuts, chasing jaunty verses with meaty punk choruses. More than a decade past its commercial prime, the group remains as scrappy and loveable as ever — a gang of knuckleheads partial to plaid blazers, heavy-metal guitars and saxophone solos. Their popularity isn’t limited to Boston and toward the end of the show, Barrett singled out one fan that had flown in from France. From there, the band segued into what Barrett called “a song about unity, a song about love,” the 1997 smash ‘The Impression That I Get.’ The tune had folks dancing even on the club’s second and third tiers, where assigned seating stifled the sort of frantic moshing and skanking that raged on the general-admission main floor.

During the encore, fake snow was pouring from the ceiling and the band carted out a piano and offered up an impassioned ‘Toxic Toast,’ a tribute to the “mindless, endless nights and days” that characterized its boozy early years. “Toxic toast still makes me smile,” Barrett screamed as the band plunged into the chorus. Sure enough, he wasn’t the only one beaming. They wrapped up the night with The Angry Samoans cover of ‘Lights Out’ which I somehow got on stage for and sang along with Dicky. I still couldn’t help but to laugh at Ben Carr’s (the band’s manager) dance moves. He still danced his ass off for the entire set. This concert was energetic and happy. People were skankin’ around and I don’t think I could find a single person in the crowd who wasn’t smiling.

In the end, I believe this may have been the best concert I have seen yet.

Bad in Plaid

Bosstones Set List

The Old School Off the Bright
Nah Nah Nah Nah Nah
Do Something Crazy
A Reason to Toast
The Rascal King
Don’t Worry Desmond Dekker
I Wrote It
He’s Back
Another Drinkin’ Song
Someday I Suppose
Hope I Never Lose My Wallet
Your Life
Hell of a Hat
Allow Them
Where’d You Go?
Devil’s Night Out
The Impression That I Get
Tin Soldiers


Toxic Toast
Graffiti Worth Reading
Lights Out

PS: I found this on a message board:

“During “Lights Out” a bunch of us got crushed by some crazy woman in a skirt.”

…I was that crazy woman.



I promise to post about Darkbuster next! 😀


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