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Thursday, July 31, 2008

The Ballad of Love and Hate

Posted By on Thu, Jul 31, 2008 at 3:31 PM

Shortly after my rant concerning the level of crowd noise at Jose Gonzales' recent Higher Ground performance, I received the following voice mail message (transcribed verbatim):

"Dan, I read the paper all the time. I don't know what was worse,you mentioning Lee "Scratch" Perry throwing you a bone — the guy whoinvented scratching — or your stupid review of people talkingat . . . at the sh . . . at Higher Ground. I don't know what the fuckyou expect. But your fuckin' reviews are the worst. I don't know whereyou get your ideas. Or what the fuck you listen to. But it all sucks."

Oddly enough, our mystery man left no name or phone number.  Musthave slipped his mind.  Well sir, allow me to respond to your query.

Aside from providing more ammo for my theory that the level of aperson's intelligence is inversely related to the number of times theyerrantly use some variation of the word "fuck" in a conversation — andyes, I'm aware the original post was called "Shut The Fuck Up . . .Please." And forget that my rant about talkers at the Jose Gonzalezshow was hardly what you'd call a "review" — I couldn't review itbecause I couldn't really hear it, remember? But it seems exactly thesort of people who would pay 17 bucks to see a show and spend theentire time yakking incessantly have revealed themselves. Sort of. Andguess what, folks? They're idiots.

Flash to this past Tuesday's Avett Brothers (pronounced AY-vett) show in the HG Ballroom. I've been a fan since I caught a performance on Conan O'Brien shortly after Emotionalismcame out — which I promptly purchased. For those who aren't familiar,the band is essentially an acoustic folk-pop trio, although Emotionalismshowcases some beefier arrangements and is a bit electrified. While thepresence of of Scott Avett's banjo might lead some to believe theyexist on the fringes of newgrass, they're hardly the next YonderMountain. To be perfectly blunt, they remind me quite a bit of my oldbanjo-driven pop band, The Middle 8 — only better. Or, perhaps moreaccurately, the group that birthed us, The Lazy Songwriter; On record,banjoist Scott Avett bears an honest resemblance to LS front man ArthurAdams (though in concert, Avett eerily reminded me of Clem Snide's EefBarzelay, another favorite.)

Anyway, I had no real professional interest in the show. I was justgoing to see a band I really dig. However, I was curious to see whatthe crowd would be like, especially after my diatribe ended up runningin the paper — a fact of which I had no idea at the time. I'm not sodelusional as to think the ramblings of one ticked-off small-town musicscribe can change the concert-going behavior of the public at large.Still, I've received more feedback on that little nugget than anythingI've written since taking the Marathon to task. It's just an aspect ofseeing live music I'd never had to give much thought to prior. And thiswas my first trip back to the scene of the crime.

While HG was far from sold out, the crowd was electric, evenmouthing words with tunes from AB's early catalog. From my vantagepoint, most crowd banter was limited to comments about the show, andusually in between songs.

And the band flat out rocked. I know it's trite to say bands feedoff the crowd. But in this case it's appropriate — especially given thenumber of times guitarist Seth Avett (they're really brothers!) made apoint to genuinely marvel at their fawning reception.

As mentioned, The Avett Bros. are an acoustic-pop act. But they alsohave a definitive punk influence. As such, the majority of their tunesare up-tempo and high energy. More often than not, the crowd wouldfollow suit, dancing and singing — and occasionally screaming — rightalong. That said, Seth Avett in particular has a knack forheartbreaking, saccharine balladry. In fact, if "The Ballad of Love andHate" pops up on my iPod, I usually have to skip it or risk tearing upin public. No kidding.

I figured that song might prove the audience's real test. Sureenough, as the lights dimmed following a signature scorcher, and hisbandmates left the stage, Seth stepped to the mic and strummed thefirst chill-inducing (for me, anyway) chords. After a brief "Whoo!"from someone near the back, Higher Ground hushed and for the next 4minutes, you could have heard a pin drop — or a heart break, Isuppose.  At the song's conclusion there was a pregnant pause as thecrowd stood in awe — or maybe folks just needed a sec to clear thelumps in their throats. And then: arguably the loudest applause of thenight.

So that, mystery caller, is "what the fuck I expect." I expectpeople to go to shows to see and appreciate music, and to respect theright of those around them to listen unmolested — we are largelytalking about adults here, by the way. I also expect people to respectthe performers and show them at least a modicum of courtesy. Frankly, Idon't think it's too much to ask. And when it happens, it makes for onehell of a show.

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Solid State: The Musical!

Posted By on Wed, Jul 30, 2008 at 3:26 PM

This past weekend, my sister, brother-in-law and I went to see Mama Mia!, the new movie based on the Broadway hit, based on the book, based on the ABBA catalog. And despite Margot Harrison's less than favorable review, I genuinely enjoyed it.

My sister and I love musicals. And have for our entire lives. Most people know Christian Bale as Batman. Mention his name to me and I have no idea who you are talking about . . . unless you remind me that he played Jack in Newsies. My other favorites include Mary Poppins, Down With Love, Moulin Rouge and of course, Annie. Generally, if it involves a group of people breaking into song and dance in the middle of a city street, I'm down.

In Maine over the weekend, I caught my little brother hitting on a girl at the beach and immediately scolded him, questioning his loyalty to his college girl back in Buffalo.

"Bridge, come on!" he retorted. "This is just a summer thing! Haven't you seen Grease?"

Haven't I seen Grease? Yes, actually I have. A number of times. I've also choreographed amateur dance routines to several of the more popular numbers, thank you very much.

The adaptation of Broadway plays to screen has become increasingly popular. 2002's Chicago and 2005's Rent were both hits, and, surprise surprise, I enjoyed both adaptations. Especially watching to see if A-list celebs could pull off the high notes with the best of Broadway!

Whether or not I have shelled out to see a particular show in the traditional theater, I usually know the soundtrack courtesy of my mom and dad, bargain hunters who take the train to New York for half price show tickets. Such was the case with Mama Mia!, although c'mon. It's ABBA. We all know a little of the soundtrack just from growing up, am I right?

Mama Mia! is in no way a great cinematic achievement. The plot is hokey, the background story unlikely, and the songs . . . well, they're ABBA songs. They're good because they are bad. Oh, so bad.

But aren't those the requirements for a good musical?

There were plenty of times during the movie that I groaned. Actually, when Pierce Brosnan had his first solo song, the entire theater groaned. James Bond, it turns out, cannot sing. But to be honest, the only thing that really bothered me about the film was its use of bluescreen when the actors were flying through the Greek Isle on an old Jeep. Really? Do people still use bluescreen? It looks so . . . Gidget.

Despite that one technical faux pas, the movie was fun! Goofy, stupid fun. And perfect to see with little girl "dancing queens" of all ages. In fact, earlier that same day my sister and I had witnessed a beach rendition of "Dancing Queen," courtesy of a group of precocious twelve-year-olds.

Meryl Streep was captivating — and has a great voice to boot. Colin Firth was awkward, but funny. And Christine Baranski was Christine Baranski.

Plus, for all you men out there, did you realize that the young lead is played by Amanda Seyfreid, also known as ditsy Karen from Mean Girls? Yeah. No shortage of eye candy in this movie.

So if you are in need of a little musical therapy (i.e. 90 minutes of groan-worthy dance routines set against a striking Greek backdrop) head out to Mama Mia! If you don't like musicals, though, don't bother. And please, pardon the rest of us while we suddenly suffer a renewed interest in Swedish pop.


Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Apropos of Nothing

Posted By on Tue, Jul 29, 2008 at 4:00 AM

It's a simply beautiful summer afternoon and frankly, my thoughts are wandering all over the place as I await my 3:30 interview with Phish bassist Mike Gordon. While we're just hangin' around, let's take a peek inside my stir-crazy head.

Proof That God Has a Sense of Humor: American Idol host/massive tool Ryan Seacrest was bitten by a shark while swimming in Mexico over the weekend. Had he been seriously injured - which he wasn't - there would be nothing even remotely funny about this. But of the thousand or so people basking in the surf and sun, he was the only person attacked. Well played, nature.

Where's Clark Kent?: Has anyone ever seen Rose Hill Drive (pictured) and now grown-up Hanson in the same place at the same time?

Things That Go Boom: Unfortunately, I didn't get home from New Hampshire in time to catch Vetiver at Metronome on Sunday night. However, while in the White Mountains I did discover what happens when you mix cheap fireworks and a camping tent. Despite the what the label might tell you, tents are really not flame retardant.

This Week in Unintentionally Funny Press Releases:
Dick Van Dyke - who, apparently, is still alive - has just released a new album with vocal group The Vantastix. It's a cappella. And it's a children's album. When originally asked if he had any interest in making an album with the one-time Mary Poppins star, Vantastix member Mike Mendyke replied "I thought he was joking." If only.

Bullshit PR E-mail of the Week, or How Not to Impress the Media:
I have recently picked up a phenomenal Pink Floyd tribute out of Music City called ECLIPSE. 
    I would have to classify ECLIPSE as "phenomenal" because they have such a BIG FLOYD SOUND and they hold so true to the recordings, as well as the live performances of Pink Floyd.
    Since their 2007 debut, ECLIPSE has modified their roster to include THREE guitarists, TWO keyboardists, bass and drums. Six of the members have strong vocals with two of them being female. This allows ECLIPSE to utilize the perfect voice to sing leads on a given song while stacking harmonies in the background. Up to five-part harmonies, STACKED. The vocals are LUSH!
    Yes, you heard correct. ECLIPSE now boasts having THREE incredible guitarists. They play various electric, acoustic and steel guitars. Although each guitarist is fully capable of pulling off all the classic Gilmour leads single handed, they all pass 'em around to each other . . . sharing the spotlight. All three play through vintage tube amps and know how to get that classic Gilmour tone.
    ECLIPSE also prides themselves on NOT using "backing tracks" like so many other PF tributes.  IT'S ALL LIVE!
    In other word, ECLIPSE is NOT an ordinary tribute band. They are the real deal and I am looking forward to work with them. I am looking forward to the chance to be able work with you in the near future.

See what I have to put up with? Three guitarists!?! Holy cow! You could double as half an Eagles tribute! My favorite line: "They are the real deal." No. No they're not. Pink Floyd was the real deal. You're a COVER BAND! With a big BUDGET! And a CAPS LOCK problem. Sigh, er, SIGH!

News Somebody Must Care About:
Boy George's August 12 show at Metropolis in Montreal has regrettably been canceled. Insert your own joke here.

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Friday, July 25, 2008

Weekend Ramblings

Posted By on Fri, Jul 25, 2008 at 1:44 PM

It never fails. Every weekend I have to be out of town, there's a whole bunch of stuff going on that I would much rather stay home to do. Like what, you ask? Actually, in this case almost anything. But I digress.

For starters, there's the Daryl Rabidoux benefit tonight at Metronome — featuring Daryl! I've already spilled a fair amount of ink on this show, so I won't waste your time covering the same ground. However, I've been asked by a certain concerned party to report that The Jazz Gu . . . er, The Vanderpolls are actually going by the new name of The MaxFranks. I'm still rooting for The WonderPoles, but that's just me.

Also, there may or may not be a secret wink-wink dance party happening in the relative vicinity of the benny show. I'm not really supposed to divulge any more info about it, I'm afraid. So I apologize if that TICKs you off. I'm like a TICKing time bomb here.

Moving on, I've always wanted to take part in The Ramble's North vs. South Field Days happening this Saturday at Battery Park. We North End toughs will likely crush you bourgeois South End ninnies with or without my help. But still, it sounds like fun. Plus, the Ramble Round-Up lineup is pretty awesome. Any chance to see Space Tiger is always recommended. Also, Blowtorch is playing. I didn't discover this until recently, but Blowtorch is actually guitar god Bill Mullins' old band from like 20 years ago. Crazy.

Hopefully, I will be back in time to catch Vetiver with Cannon Fodder and Greg Davis at Metronome on Sunday night. And if I'm not . . . shoot me.

Have a great weekend, everyone.

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Sir Elton Rocks It

Posted By on Thu, Jul 24, 2008 at 3:11 PM

The verdict is in, and Elton John wowed the crowd at Monday night's Essex Fairgrounds performance. I know, because I was lucky enough to be amongst the crowd.

When the opportunity presented itself to attend what had been predetermined the "Concert of the Year," I couldn't turn it down. For someone on a budget like mine, seeing Elton John live was more than a once in a lifetime experience. It was my big night out for Summer, 2008!


My excitement reached new heights when the usher showed me to my 6th row seat — with ecstatic fans on one side, and Free Press reporters on the other. Brent Hallenbeck (music editor for the Freeps) confided that the seats were some of the best he's seen reserved for media over his tenure of covering shows. I thanked my lucky stars. And the cloud-free sky.

With an outdoor show that starts before night fall, there is no drama of dimming lights before a performer takes the stage. Still, as Sir Elton's band calmly walked to their respective instruments, a collective sucking in of breath could be heard in anticipation for the singer himself. With the first appearance of a foot from back stage, the crowd erupted in cheers. And as Elton emerged in full, the cheering continued.

Clad in black shoes with red hearts, black pants with red stripes and a red silk shirt, the performer topped off his outfit with a full tuxedo jacket, bejeweled with an image of himself flying across the back in (what else?) a rocket. He calmly smiled at the crowd before pointing at various sections and mouthing, thank you. The audience continued its hoots and hollers, and tiny bits of boa could be seen floating in the air.

I am not one to get starstruck. But as John sat down at his piano to start the set, I realized that my mouth still remained open from when his walk on stage cued my jaw to drop.

Elton John was a staple of my childhood. Or as Brent Hallenbeck corrected me, he was a staple of a lot of our childhoods. After all, the artist has been around for 39 years now, having made his American debut in 1970. One of the most impressive parts of Monday night's show was Elton John's drummer. Nigel Olsson played with John when he made that debut. Olsson rejoined the touring band in 2000, and is still with John today. And as always, he drums with white gloves on.


This tour was advertised as featuring John's biggest hits, and from the first chords of "Funeral for a Friend" to the closing notes of the encore, "Your Song", he fit them all in the two and half hour set. It was after "The Bitch is Back" that he addressed the crowd for the first time, saying, "Good evening, Vermont! It's only taken me 39 years to get around to coming here, and I'm so glad we made it and it's a beautiful night. Thank God!"

The crowd continued to stand through the first four songs, before some finally took respite in their seats. Most remained standing, however, dancing and singing along in outfits picked out specifically for Elton John. Most common were sparkly sunglasses, boas, and wigs, but some more outrageous outfits could be spotted as well. To the girl in the front row sporting the silver sequined mini dress and dancing for the full two and half hours I just want to say: you are awesome.

Once darkness fell, the big screens on either side of the stage came on, giving those sitting in the grandstand a close up view of Elton John at the piano. Every time the camera zoomed in on John's hands, as his fingers zipped across the keys, I couldn't help but stare in awe. At 61 years of age, and after 40 years of performing, it makes sense that John's voice might wane at times. But his hands have still got it.


Throughout the evening John played "Tiny Dancer", "Levon", "Daniel", "I Guess That's Why They Call it the Blues", "Honkey Cat", "Sad Songs Say So Much", and many more including my personal favorite, "Bennie and the Jets". It was his fifteen-minute epic version of "Rocket Man", though, that got the loudest applause from the crowd. In fact, with the opening line of "She packed my bags last night pre-flight," I actually witnessed one fan pull another fan's hair in excitement.

Fans who rushed the stage also held up various items looking for autographs. The standard choices (hats and tee-shirts) met the bizarre, as one fan triumphantly pumped his fist after Sir Elton signed his baseball. My favorite moment came when, during "Crocodile Rock", one fan held up a stuffed crocodile to be signed, and behind him, another whipped off his own Croc (shoe) and held it in the air as well.

John included a couple dedications throughout the night, the first for his hit "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road". This, the performer dedicated to the people at Ben & Jerry's, calling them "generous and inventive" for their limited edition flavor, "Goodbye Yellow Brickle Road". The ice cream was sold to raise money for Elton John's AIDS Foundation, in honor of his first performance in Vermont.

The second dedication came with the final song of the singer's encore, "Your Song". Sir Elton addressed the crowd saying, "Thank you so much Vermont, It's been a fantastic night and I love you dearly." He then explained that America is where his career started and that is why he wanted to play all 50 states. As of Monday night, he has. The dedication was an emotional moment both for the performer, who accomplished his goal, and for the crowd, who took the words "this song's for you" very personally.

The excitement in the air was palpable as fans filed out of the grandstand and back to their cars, buzzing with satisfied reactions to the night's show. "Bennie and the Jets" could be heard blasting from another vehicle as I waited in line to exit the Fairgrounds, and people in surrounding cars joined in for one last sing-a-long.

It may have taken Elton John 39 years to make it to Vermont, but the mutual feeling of Monday's night crowd declared the performance worth the wait.

*Photos by Stephen Mease*

Singin' In The Rain

Posted By on Thu, Jul 24, 2008 at 1:23 PM

Hey there, Solid State.

Sorry 'bout the lack of posting lately. To be honest, things have been eerily quiet on this side of the computer screen this week. And I'm told the cardinal rule of blogging is that if you've got nothing to say, it's best not to say anything. So there you go.

Anyway, I do have a quick bit to pass along. Tonight's Battery Park concert featuring Tift Merritt and local blues hounds The Eames Brothers may be moved to City Hall Auditorium if, as expected, it continues to rain. No official word as of yet, but if you show up to the park and no one's there, you'll know where to go.

Tune in tomorrow for a run-down of the weekend's activities — almost all of which I will miss, since I'm being dragged to New Hampshire tomorrow afternoon . . . sigh.

Friday, July 18, 2008

Tuesday at Metronome

Posted By on Fri, Jul 18, 2008 at 3:07 PM

Tuesday night I attended what now ranks among my favorite shows for 2008. That is, Vanderpolls, Heartthrobz, and The Mae Shi at Metronome, hosted by the ever ambitious (and stylish!) Tick Tick.

Things got started a little late, but thanks to Esox and the All Star Game, I had plenty to keep me busy in the meantime. When the show did open, it was with Luke Brandfon, one member of Heartthrobz, playing solo. His solo artist name? Luke.

His music was catchy and dance-able, but the room was still fairly empty, and I fully admit that I fell victim to my own awkwardness and stood in the back. Still, with his keyboards and simple lyrics, Luke was completely endearing, and a great preview of what was to come with the Heartthrobz set. Head over to his myspace page and listen to "That Place" for a good taste. Its opening line, "Hey, I like your style, I like how you wear a fanny pack with every outfit", is my personal favorite.

[If you check out that song and love it, you can check out Luke himself TONIGHT (Friday) at The Ground Round. Seriously. 9 p.m. for awkward fun and drink specials!]

Next up was Vanderpolls, who sounded surprisingly like The Jazz Guys! Ha. Bad joke courtesy of Herb. Same look, same sound, same members, new name. The crowd filled in a little more by this point, and everyone moved closer to the stage to enjoy the music. My friend, a Vander-virgin, pointed to Max, and asked, "Why is he wearing gym shorts? Is he a basketball player?". I calmly assured him that the group's energetic performance would prove the workout outfit necessary. And as usual, it did.

I asked the boys after their set for their reasoning behind the name change. They shrugged and said that it was just time, and a good New Year's Resolution for 2008, to boot. My other sources indicate that a name a little lighter on the irony could present them with more touring opportunities. Especially on the college circuit. I agree. But it might take me a while to get used to it. On Tuesday, every time Herb would get on the mic and say, "Thank you, we're the Vanderpolls!", I would think to myself, Well, you and Maarten are...

Heartthrobz followed Vanderpolls.The Ohio-based band is made up of EdHeart, LuKiss (aka Luke), and Alluren, and as their myspace claims, sounds like "a party". Really Heartthrobz is an electro-pop outfit, complete with drum beats, keyboards, and lots of voice effects. Apparently the group is living in Burlington until the end of July, and after seeing them live, I want to call them up and ask them to play in my living room every morning around 7:30. After all, I've been having a hard time waking up lately, and I really can't think of a more effective solution than my own personal Heartthrobz dance party.

Alluren and EdHeart flirtatiously played off each other, and the crowd at Metronome jumped on board with the band. There was soon a packed crowd of dancers directly in front of the stage and after their set, everyone was... glistening.

I have to pause here to thank Tick Tick for arranging such a great lineup, because when Heartthrobz finished, I heard more than one person hiss excitedly, "and there's still The Mae Shi!". Luckily the set break gave us all enough to time to grab some water and take a turn in front of the fan, as another dance party was about to start.

The Mae Shi are a little bit harder to qualify than Heartthrobz. Their sound switches from hardcore punk to pop and right back again. On their myspace page, they say, "At its core therock and roll band is a surrogate family for our culturally extendedchildhood, it's our self-help group, it's our soap box, it's a way tosee what we're really capable of. Growing up is tough. This is ourattempt to grow up." I love that quote and I love that I had a chance to experience them "growing up" first hand.

But don't worry if you missed it, because the music video for "Run to your Grave" more than sums it up. This was already my favorite song by The Mae Shi, but I didn't watch the video until after seeing them live. And now, I can say from experience that its an accurate portrayal of their live show. Well, clones aside, anyway.

So check it out, and while you're at it, check out what Tick Tick has on the rest of its summer calendar. As Tuesday reaffirmed, these guys know their shit when it comes to putting together a great show.

Daryl Benny

Posted By on Fri, Jul 18, 2008 at 11:26 AM

Continuing on a theme, the lineup for the Burlington installment of Daryl Rabidoux benefits — in addition to the Boston and Providence shows — has just been announced. And it's a good one. Check it out:

8:30 - Zac Clark
9 - Lowell Thompson solo
9:30 - Ryan Power
10 - Swale
10:30 - Neil Cleary
11- Blowtorch
11:30 - The Vanderpolls (formerly The Jazz Guys . . . really)
12 - Brett Hughes (formerly Brett Hughes)
12:30 - Workingman's Army
1 - My Dearest Darling

The show is Friday, July 25 at Club Metronome. $5 — that's the minimum, feel free to donate above and beyond — and proof of legal drinking age gets you in the door. 100% of door proceeds go to Daryl. The one and only Jason Cooley will serve as emcee for the evening and provide between set entertainment, Koolaoke-style.

Kudos to Club Metronome and Max Schwartz (of the Jazz Gu . . .er, Vanderpolls) for pulling this all together. No word yet as to whether Daryl will be in attendance.

On a related note, the early returns from last night's Mikey Dread benny are pretty remarkable. I've received e-mails from a number of folks who've said they couldn't even get in. No word yet on how much much was raised, but that's a pretty good sign. Just a reminder that if you couldn't go — or get in — you can also donate here.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Mikey Update

Posted By on Wed, Jul 16, 2008 at 4:14 PM

More info about Mikey from various sources:

From Andy Foeshel @ Higher Ground
In case everyone is not in the loop, Mikey Vangulden was struck by a cab that ran a red light on 7/4 while he was biking home from work. He is in bad shape on needs some help. There is a blog link below that will explain everything plus a link for donations. Please pass this on so that all that Mikeys friends and family around the world know what happened to him.

From Adam King of Turkey Bouillon Mafia and Jesus Vanacho
We're raffling off 2 tix to Upnorth Festival in
Maine, some bongs and shit, a snowboard and some other stuff. I know
Grippo and Seth Yac are planning on joining us on stage - should be a
pretty insane night. Turns out Cabbie has no insurance so shit's a
big mess right now. Mikey broke his jaw in 3 places, his left arm in
like 100 places, and I know he had to have both his knees operated on
too. They had to pry the bike out form underneath the cab's wheel-
well. Scary shit, but hopefully we can have a good night come out of
it at least.

In another bit of related news, I spoke with Mikey's neighbor, DJ Big Dog, this morning. He relayed that Mikey wasn't wearing his helmet when he was hit. However, Mikey's backpack apparently shifted over his shoulders upon impact and actually served to protect his head when he hit hit the ground. He also surmised that Mikey's physical stature — dude is flat out jacked — likely lessened the overall severity of his injuries.

Also, the lovely ladies from House of LeMay are updating on Mikey's status with some regularity. You can check it out here.

Once again, the benefit show is this Thursday night at Nectar's. Get well soon, Mikey.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Mikey Dread

Posted By on Tue, Jul 15, 2008 at 12:39 PM

I'm once again very sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but the word on the street is that doorman-about-town Mikey Dread (I assume that's not his real last name, but I've only ever known him as Mikey) was seriously injured when he was hit by a car, riding his bike home from working at Higher Ground on July 5.

At the moment, specifics are pretty vague. From the little I've been told so far, he has several broken bones — according to an e-mail from Turkey Bouillon Mafia's Adam King, "too many to mention." Apparently, he was hit by a cab driver who had no insurance. No word on Mikey's health insurance status.

This Thursday night, Nectar's is hosting a benefit show featuring the reunion of Turkey Bouillon Mafia, who haven't played together in over a year. There will also be a raffle and a good old-fashioned all star jam to close out the night.

Counting DJ A-Dog/Mike Device and Daryl Rabidoux, this would mark the third time in as many months that a serious calamity has befallen members of the Burlington music community. If it's true that bad things happen in threes, let's hope this is the last one for a while. I'm getting really tired relaying this kind of information about people we know and love.

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