Let’s face facts: Boston is the indie music capital of the universe. Well… maybe L.A. is “ok”, in a pinch. But the reason I originally moved to Boston back in 1992 was to experience the indie music scene in person. And I did, for a time. But what can I say? Shit happens. With alarming regularity. And now I’m on the north shore, and there’s work and this triathlon of a commute, and blah blah blah.

I’ve just made a New Year’s resolution. Yeah, I know, it’s February. Get over it. I’m going to make a sincere effort to check out the wonderful bands I know are out there, slogging their way through the Boston club scene in search of an audience. And anyone reading this should too! There’s no excuse not to anymore. Don’t know what they sound like? Look them up on MySpace and have a listen; they’re bound to be there.

… and I’ll even remember to crack open that last issue of the Phoenix, rather than just collect them in the corner of my kitchen floor

Peace,
Julie