May 2010
6 posts
Dispelling Old Myths AKA I Am A Celtic Pt. 1
I was born and raised in Boston during a very volatile time in it’s history. Back when I was a kid the city was still experiencing fallout from the numerous uprisings in the 60’s and the era of forced busing in an effort to desegregate the schools beginning in 1974.
The end results were mass school closings, White flight from the Boston Public School system and even more...
Yo Dito! You Rock Or Disco? © Laurie, Diane &...
One of the reasons I loved radio as a child growing up was even though the stations I listened to had set formats and were classified as “Black” or “urban” they still played whatever the hell they felt like.
I can remember a great number of artists that one wouldn’t consider exactly urban music getting considerable burn on the radio in the late 70’s up into...
Once The Face Got Revealed The Game Got Real ©...
This past Saturday night I attended the Boston Hip Hop Unity Fest, an event I’ve been looking forward since it was first announced. It was organized by none other than Boston Hip Hop legend Ed O.G. Since the passing of Guru, the man that left Boston for New York on a quest to finally put Boston Hip Hop on the map for good I felt this show was necessary for several reasons.
I had a hell...
Dart's Thrash: Record Diggin' In South End Boston...
In my previous entry I wrote about how both the chain/box and independent record store met with dire straits over the past decade plus. I also touched on a few of the by products of their disappearance. I also realized just how instrumental that time in my life was to the person I’d ultimately become today.
I ran across another old post inspired by my old record store days on Poisonous...
If You Wanna Buy A Sam Cooke Album, Where Would...
I’ve written about my days working in & managing record stores several times previously in Poisonous Paragraphs but I don’t think I really went in depth about I why I felt so at home working there during that time. I never fully explored the emotional aspect of my experience working in both a big box store/chain ran by a corporation vs. independent neighborhood record stores....
What Hath Transpired Since Mine Last...
I didn’t realize how long it’s been since I last posted until today. Back in the days of Poisonous Paragraphs I posted a blog every weekday & occasionally even the weekends because the truth is I cannot go a single without writing in some form or fashion. Whether it be on Twitter (which I didn’t joint until the final year I was @ Poisonous Paragraphs) or even on notes...
