I know I’ve said this before, but I’m 99% sure this time that I saw The Who for the last time last night in Boston. And oh my god, they were great. They really had no business being that good.
If you want more details, that’s here. But here’s a little glimpse of the night at Fenway.
Since the T still has cars from the 70s in rotation, you can occasionally catch these glimpses of old Boston. Like when the red line ended at Harvard, or when “Washington” and “Columbia” were still stops.
I don’t know where you live, but it’s probably not as funny as where I live.
It’s hard to describe how miserable the experience of relying on the T here is, but this does an excellent job.
I saw Paul McCartney in Boston this week — twice — and I wrote a very long thing about it if you’re interested. If you want the abstract version of it, it’s basically that this man’s career is absurd and he still sounds great.
I saw this road warning sign as I was leaving work and heading back to the train, and it was kind of fitting that it’s sitting over a tunnel right in front of the Garden. There are probably going to be a lot of weird, empty games in that building very soon. David Pastrnak might score his 50th goal to nothing but stick taps.
UPDATE: OR, or, maybe nothing happens for a long time.
Mudhoney was, and remains, a goddamn treasure. Just delightfully trashy and sarcastic and fuzzed out and holy hell they are still tearing through their sets. Their new stuff is right there with the classics, and they have just the right attitude for these current, stupid times.
I also wrote my first real anything in a while, so there’s more about last night’s show in Boston here.
I also really like the bottom shot I took where my hand clearly moved, but it reminded me of a digital ode to their early Charles Peterson shots.
