Beantown blues.
Gotta head into the office in a minute or two. It's gonna be a fairly busy Monday. But I gotta get something off my chest.
I've always kinda despised the band Boston. My reasons are both simple and complex, as is the case with a lot of music that rubs me the wrong way. There's definitely a love/hate aspect in this instance. I remember being 16 years old and almost buying [Boston guitarist] Tom Scholz' Rockman Distortion Generator (he actually designed it himself, which I still respect) because I thought he had cool tone. It must've been the weed.
On the other hand, Boston represented everything wrong about '70s "corporate rock" that the punk movement rightfully sought to destroy. I don't put the blame entirely on the band -- it was more a case of tighter formatting for FM radio, and the realization that super-slick, three-minute rock cuts moved more units. Either by accident or design, Boston's arrival coincided with the end of the era of free-form, WKRP-style broadcasting.
It's tough for me to turn against a fellow studio geek like Scholz; part of me has great admiration for a guy willing to spend eight years on an album because he was disappointed with the sound of the last one. Especially considering said LP went double-platinum. But if I have to hear "More Than a Feeling" one more time, I'm gonna take a radio station hostage like in that movie.
So why did I choose today to bitch about Boston? Because lead singer Brad Delp died last week. Frankly, my chief concern upon learning the news was that I'd have to hear them on the radio every time I got in the car. Which is the only time I listen.
But there's more to the story. Delp, 55, was by all accounts a really sweet guy. He just wasn't cut out for the business. And that's likely why he took his own life via carbon monoxide poisoning in a bathroom in his New Hampshire home.
On a brighter note, I started recording a metal-ish tune this weekend, and I'm getting married on Saturday. I guess it's a Lion King cycle-of-life thing.
Congratulations on your wedding next weekend.
Is there a DJ we could slip $10 to so he'd play "Peace of Mind"?
Posted by: Murf | Monday, March 19, 2007 at 10:50 AM
No DJ, but if you slip me $20, I'll put it on my iPod.
Posted by: casey | Monday, March 19, 2007 at 11:25 AM
Married? Hells yeah! Congrats you crazy kids - let's celebrate with another snowstorm, eh??
Posted by: Eva | Monday, March 19, 2007 at 03:19 PM
wow. Robin's Egg is a beaut. Excellent work.
Casey many congratulations on Saturday.
Welcome to the brotherhood.
Posted by: Del | Monday, March 19, 2007 at 06:16 PM
You fool! No, congrats. I like the first two boston records myself. That shit got me a ton of mid-eighties action! Too bad about Brad Delp. Don't wish that on anyone. Marrage on the other hand,...well let me look at my enemies list here......
Posted by: bigbad | Tuesday, March 20, 2007 at 01:52 PM
Oh Brad, you cad!
Posted by: casey | Tuesday, March 20, 2007 at 01:56 PM
Clever Boy! I like to think I was more of a Casanova than a Cad, Thank you. Or would that be a Casey-nova! Man, that's just awful, sorry! This started with the sad story about a guy kiling himself, right? I feel like a cad, now.
Posted by: bigbad | Wednesday, March 21, 2007 at 09:14 AM
Assuming everything went smoothly, you're married now, right?! Congrats!
Posted by: Ari | Sunday, March 25, 2007 at 05:55 PM