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Review: The Betties Take Boston – Performers

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Sorry it has taken so long for me to recap the events of the evening.

Truth be told… I partied… like it was St. Paddy’s Day in Boston.
Instead of giving you all a blow by blow, I figured I would do a quick review of the performers while sipping on the sweet nectar that is Mac Allan 12 (Thanks Melissa! It’s very nom!).

Introductions

CB, Troy, Daniel, Rocco, and Norman hit the stage to welcome everyone to the event. They spouted on their immense love for the fans. They then introduced Bob and he stepped on stage to do his set.

Bob Marley

Bob spoke from the heart about important issues, like making sure you’re naked when the pizza guy comes so you don’t have to answer the door, and balls hanging for days. It was a hysterical set and I was lucky enough to get prime seating on the stairs of the stage (Thanks to A Duff!). Even from there I could hear the distant but distinct laughter coming from Jamie and Drea. Bob told a story of how he had partied a little too hard and woke up with his daughter standing over him in the kids’ playroom. She exclaimed “Found him!” Angela laughed hysterically and said “That REALLY HAPPENED!”

Bob’s set ended to a rousing applause and Troy returned to the stage to announce Ty Stone.

Ty Stone & the Truth

Ty started his set with a stirring version of “Danny Boy”. The powerhouse vocals that exit his mouth make my jaw drop and make me wonder why my bra came undone. Singing “Line of Blood” and “Sweet Thang” it was shocking how little his vocals were sweetened in the soundtrack (if they even were). His enthusiasm and comfort on the stage was evident. He had even joked that the band had to sober up for ten minutes before their set.

Taylor Duffy

With the help of Rae Rae from Ty Stone & the Truth, Bill and Pete from the Dirges, and Troy, Taylor rocked this bitch! He carried himself with poise and an inner confidence and talent that would make any seasoned performer jealous. He rocked out Plastic Jesus as he and Troy matched guitar stances. Face melting metal at its finest, folks!

The Dirges!

Yes, I added an exclamation point, because it’s the mother fucking Dirges, yo! Gritty, unapologetic punk! Such a versatile group! How versatile? Lookee at the break down!

Francis DeAngelo rocks lead vocals, guitar, and accordion! He thrashes around the stage like a motherfucker. I dig that.

“Tall” Pete Mathus (and he’s a friggin tall guy!) strums bass and sings in addition to helping out Taylor! First he rocks a set, then he fuckin’ hops on stage and throws that rock at the audience for a second time! How do you not have blisters dude?

Alicia Allen is a quad threat with guitar, mandolin, flute and vocals! Complete bad ass! I love strong, talented, empowered women who can also rock a pleated miniskirt!

If you asked Marc Strommer to hand you a list of what he does, you’d see a laundry list that includes lead guitar, lap steel, Dobro, mandolin, and vocals (not to mention general badassery)

Bill “Stuhlly” Bennenstuhl balances the group with the drums. He, like Pete, helps out a fellow musician (Taylor) and manages to rock harder with each song.

Quite simply, the Dirges kick you in the face with awesome. Disagree? There are a bunch of fans that would be more than happy to tattoo “awesome” on their foot and kick you in the face.

Bob Marley hopped up on stage to join in on the merriment too!

In the middle of the show, Troy hopped on stage to read us an email from Sony that was requested not to be read on stage. Sony informed Troy that BDS2:ASD DVD/Blu Ray debuted at #1 and that it was on track to sell thru the company’s initial shipment of ONE MILLION COPIES in North America in JUST TWO WEEKS! YEA YEA! They explained in the email that DVD sales of a movie that “only took in 11 million in the box office” in this magnitude were “unprecedented”.

The Dirges continued their set and filled the stage for their final song, “The Saints are Coming”. Heh, we were already so gone at that point! I could spot Betties on the stage rocking out. Some guy had even brought a toilet seat cover.

So to sum up… The final show in the BDS Tour rocked my fucking skull. Feel free to be jealous, but I’m not going to apologize for being there. The lineup was amazing; the offloading between sets was quick. This was a well-oiled machine and I was along for the ride.

Many, many, many thanks to everyone involved in this event that, though fuzzy, will remain in my heart as one of my top St. Patty’s Day experiences!

St. Paddy’s Playlist

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Poor @MaryBeth_184 gets random direct messages from me going “Make Me a Playlist” and then a topic. I figured since it was such a celebrated Holiday, I might as well post the request to the twitter nation. I got a bunch of replies and decided to make the Mack daddy of playlists.

I preface this list by saying that I haven’t listened to everything on it, but I’ve included those that had suggested it so you can ask them what it’s like on twitter (or you can just blip.fm it!)

Marybeth! Make me a playlist for St. Paddy’s Day!

St. Paddy’s Playlist from @Marybeth_184:

Mychael & Jeff Danna – The Blood of Cu Chulainn
Flogging Molly – What’s Left Of the Flag
The Pogues – Streams of Whiskey
Morrissey – Irish Blood, English Heart
The Mahones – Paint This Town Red
Spirit of the West – Home for a Rest
Dropkick Murphys – I’m Shipping up To Boston
The Dirges – Better Days
The Dubliners & The Pogues – The Irish Rover
Flogging Molly – Drunken Lullabies
The Tossers – Monday Morning
Dropkick Murphys – Johnny, I Hardly Knew Ya
The Levellers – The Riverflow
Tonic – Irish
Flatfoot 56 – Brotherhood
Buck-O-Nine – Drink & Fight
The Pogues – The Body of an American
The Young Dubliners – Follow Me Up To Carlow
Flogging Molly – Cry Of the Celtic
Shillelagh Law – Whiskey & Roses
The Mahones – Drunken Lazy Bastard

(& add more if ya want to…)

Oh yes Marybeth… I indeed shall!

From me (@cranialspasm)!

Barrage – Until We Meet Again
Black 47 – I Got Laid on James Joyce’s Grave
The Dirges – B.O.S.M.
The Jolly Rogers – One for the Road
The Mahones – Is This Bar Open ’til Tomorrow
Neck – Everybody’s Welcome to the Hooley!
The Skels – Have a Drink Ya’ Bastards
The Tossers – Goodmornin’ Da
The Vandon Arms – Muirsheen Durkin

From Twitter!

Dropkick Murphys – The Rocky Road to Dublin
Dropkick Murphys – I’m Shipping Up to Boston
Via @VeganVita @Mandy302 @CaitlinTake2 @ELECTRICfeel17 @Hopichick @bellebugsy

Enter the Haggis – Minstrel Boy
Via @bellebugsy

Flogging Molly – Seven Deadly Sins
Flogging Molly – Drunken Lullabies
Flogging Molly – Kiss My Irish Ass
Via @Mandy302 @RuddTarded @kellyelizabeth2 @TiffanyMSmithy

Gaelic Storm – Mary’s Eyes
Gaelic Storm – Scalliwag
Gaelic Storm – Drink the Night Away
Via @jade_kadir @kellyelizabeth2 @boondock_saint

Great Big Sea – Home for a Rest
Great Big Sea – Kiss My Irish Ass
Via @Beatles_Baby @TiffanyMSmithy

House of Pain – Jump Around
Via @PrincessChpmnk @Mandy302

King Crimson – Red
Via @RythemofDesign

The Dubliners – Óró Sé do Bheatha Bhaile
The Dubliners – In Heaven There is No Beer
Via @thruthelense @boondock_saint

The Pogues – A Dublin Lullaby
The Pogues – If I Should Fall from the Grace of God
Via @boondock_saint @daisyvet

The Pogues and The Dubliners – The Irish Rover
Via @thruthelense

The Wolfe Tones – Wearing of the Green
Via @thruthelense

I also had the pleasure of getting this fantastic email chock full of music!

“Hey Betties!

Here’s the list I offered to email you guys!

One of my friends from England has a brother with Cerebral Palsy. His name is Daniel. Music really speaks to him and he’s quite the expert on Irish tunes. I asked him to compile this list for me because I am hosting a BDS themed party this Saturday to celebrate the greatest of holidays 🙂 because we are respectable people and have to be at work the next morning (and by respectable I mean we are all dreaming of pints of Guinness and the McManus Brothers and wish we could be getting hammered on Wednesday night!!)

Anyway, I hope this helps out!!!

xx Melissa (Twitter: Melly2508)”

Thanks Melissa! We’ll drink a pint for ya!

I’m not sure if I compiled this correctly, but thank you for all of the suggestions Daniel (and Amy!)!
Steve Mac – Paddy’s Revenge
The Blarnacles- The Rakes of Mallow/Miss Macleods reel
Gaelic Storm – An Irish Party in the Third Class
Gaelic Storm – Tell Me Ma
The Beggarman – Kiss Me I’m Irish
Gaelic Storm – Johnny Jump Up (all versions are good)
The Pogues – Dirty Old Town
The Pogues – Fairytale in New York
The Pogues – Whiskey in a Jar
The Chieftains – I Know My Love (done with the Corrs)
The Chieftains – The Wind that Shakes the Barley/The Reel with the Beryle
The Chieftains – The Raggle Taggle Gypsies
The Chieftains – Down the Old Plank Road
Gaelic Storm – The Rocky Road to Dublin
The Dubliners – Seven Drunken Nights
The Dubliners – The Leavin’ of Liverpool
Gaelic Storm – Teh Leavin’ of Liverpool (faster version)
The Dubliners – The Irish Rover
The Dubliners – The Fermoy Lasses/Sporting Paddy
The Dubliners – The Mason’s Apron (Dan wants to say…this is not Irish, but American!)
Solas – The Hanover Reel/John Jame’s Reel
Solas – The Copperplate
Solas – Ni Na La
Solas – Johnny’s Gone
For a Soldier – If You are Feeling Contemplative at the End of the Night
For a Soldier – The Yellow Tinker/Cranking Out/ Master Crowley’s #2
For a Soldier – Granny Quinn’s/The lilac reel/Sporting pat
Mithril – Return to Roan Inish: Fiona/Banks of the Lough Gowna/Fergal o’g
Altan – Drowsie Maggie/Rakish Paddy/Harvest Storm
Altan – John Doherty’s Reels
Danu – MacAhill’s Reel/Doherys/Reel Gan Ainm
Danu – Banish Misfortune – Trip to Athlone – Trim the Velvet
Danu – Sliabh Russel/An Buachaill Dreoite/The Humours of Rahey
Michael Flatley’s Lord of the Dance – Cry of the Celts
Michael Flatley’s Lord of the Dance – Warriors
Michael Flatley’s Lord of the Dance – Lord of the Dance (with Taps)
Kilfenora Ceili Band – Leyden’s Reels
Kilfenora Ceili Band – McCormack’s Reels
Westlife – Uptown Girl
Westlife – More than Words
Sinead O’Connor – Nothing Compares to You
Cherish the Ladies – The Jolly Seven
Cherish the Ladies – Rascal on the Haystack
Cherish the Ladies – Bonkers in Yonkers
Billy McComiskey – Last Night’s Fun
Billy McComiskey – The Chattering Magpie
Billy McComiskey – The Black Haired Lass
Ronan Keating – When You Say Nothing At All
Ronan Keating – Life is a Rollercoaster
U2 – Beautiful Day
U2 – Magnificent
U2 – I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For
Snow Patrol – Run
Snow Patrol – Chasing Cars
Snow Patrol – Take Back the City
Boyzone – Baby C an I Hold you
Boyzone – Words
Boyzone – Love Me For a Reason
Sharon Shannon – Galway Girl
Sharon Shannon – The BlackBird
Brian Conway – Reels: The Liffey Banks
Brian Conway – Reels: The Concert Reel
Brian Conway – Reels: The Donegal Traveler
Brian Conway – The Foxhunters

Albums
There is a good traditional album called Fiddlesticks
The Chieftains – Down the Old Plank Road: The Nashville Sessions
Fire in the Kitchen-Rattlin’ Roarin’ Willie-the Barra MacNeils(Daniel would like to inform you though, that this particular tune is in fact Scottish, and can be used if you are celebrating burns night.)
P.S. I Love You Soundtrack
Waking Ned Soundtrack
Jackie Daly – Music from Sliabh Luachra
B*Witched – Awaken and Breathe (especially the track “Jump Down”)
Artists
Leahy
Seamus Begley
Athas(accent on the first A)
Bill & Patti Cummings
Brian Bigley
Brian Boru Irish Pipe Band
Flook
Hopefully this five page list is enough to get ya started 😉

My thoughts on the “Punk Scene”

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When I was a kid I never considered that I was “punk rock” in any way.  I always felt like if I implied that I identified myself as a “punk” I would in fact be a “poser.”  It isn’t until now… now when I’m all grown up… (well, more grown up than before) that I really see what the term “punk rock” means to me.
Fuck conforming to stereotypical definition of the term because that in itself defeats the purpose.  Your opinion my vary from mine but the beauty of it is that I really don’t care.  It’s not that I wouldn’t consider it!  It’s not that I would be closed-minded.  It’s just that I don’t care.  Opinions are opinions and that is a fact.
So anyways, read on if you will if you’re interested in hearing my opinion of the so called punk “movement.”
First let me say that I think if anything is to be considered a “movement” it has to be moving in a general direction.  Or at least it has to be aimed to move in a general direction.
Looking back at the friends, foes and acquaintances that I’ve known over the years…. zeroing in and focusing on the select few that I consider to fit my own personal definition of punk… It’s easy to see the downside of things.
The punk (and often times “punk”) kids that I grew up with that had nowhere to go.  No direction.  Thirsty for knowledge, security and something bigger than what they had. They were angry because there voices were unheard.  They were angry because they couldn’t find answers.  They found comfort from the confusion of adolescence in grouping together, riding in cars and blaring punk music.  Belting unintelligible (unless you actually read them) lyrics at the top of their lungs and throwing themselves out into the world with that “I don’t give a fuck” attitude not just for attention (though we were kids, so of course we wanted attention —don’t deny it!) and not just for the thrill of it, but because we NEEDED that release.
Just like any other hormone-crazed teenagers – we yearned for that liberation.  We needed something to stand for.  We didn’t all dress in leather, spikes and piercings.  We didn’t all have hardcore attitudes and get in the pit at every show.  We were colorful.  We were dark, we were light, we were crazy, we were mellow!  We were “two-tone”!  We were rudies and hooligans!  In a time when we’re all trying to sort out whether we to act like grownups or to act like kids and we just couldn’t get it together… Punk music gave us stability in all of the insanity.
And then we grow up.
Here’s where it gets difficult.
When we’re kids it’s all about self expression, proving your individuality and feeling empowered… or just having someplace to go when you couldn’t be home and you felt noone else accepted you… but what happens when you grow up?
I think because I never fully embraced the “punk” image, always teetering on the edge with my love and admiration for it but my fear of committing to the “label”, it was a bit easier for me to let things go… Keep the good and shed the unnecessary.
I kept the music.  I kept the ideals.  I kept the unity I felt with my friends and family.  I kept the positive energy and the excitement.  I discarded the leather 😉  I discarded the drugs (which thankfully I never used).  I discarded the anger.
Unfortunately with the things that I’d left behind, I also lost some friends…
Some people couldn’t get past the drugs and alcohol.  Couldn’t get past the image.  Couldn’t get past the parties.  They never found that balance in themselves to keep the positive and step away from the negative.  You know those people… the ones that you’d love to reconnect with but you’re afraid to see what they’ve done with themselves.  Or maybe you heard some terrible rumors about how they’ve gone off the edge.  Maybe they’re in jail?  Maybe they’ve committed suicide… Maybe they shut you out because they know you’ll want them to do better for themselves.
I’ve lost friends and family to drugs, alcohol, suicide and even murder.
It’s not just the punk kids.
There are people like that in every genre.  People we love but we can’t reach.  They get stuck in their adolescent angst and their inability to grow and learn from the horrible things that may have happened to them or simply what they’ve done to themselves.
We love them.  We want them to grow, but sometimes there’s just nothing we can do.  Sometimes they have to learn for themselves…. or never learn at all.
Growing up, my punk ass friends were my family.  They still are.  We still get together on occasion and rock out to the same songs that we used to listen to when we were kids, talking about ideals and the crazy ass world we live in.  We may dress different, we may still dress the same, but we love each other because we grew together through those times and we’re happy that we still have each other.  Nobody knows me like they do.
So… yeah.  I may dress business casual Monday – Friday, get my trendy latte and tone down on the cursing, but I feel pretty damn comfortable saying that at heart I’m still that goofy little punk kid.
Long story short…
Punk to me has always been about unity.  I like it that way.

When I was a kid I never considered that I was “punk rock” in any way.  I always felt like if I implied that I identified myself as a “punk” I would in fact be a “poser.”  It isn’t until now… now when I’m all grown up… (well, more grown up than before) that I really see what the term “punk rock” means to me.Fuck conforming to stereotypical definition of the term because that in itself defeats the purpose.  Your opinion my vary from mine but the beauty of it is that I really don’t care.  It’s not that I wouldn’t consider it!  It’s not that I would be closed-minded.  It’s just that I don’t care.  Opinions are opinions and that is a fact.So anyways, read on if you will if you’re interested in hearing my opinion of the so called punk “movement.”First let me say that I think if anything is to be considered a “movement” it has to be moving in a general direction.  Or at least it has to be aimed to move in a general direction.Looking back at the friends, foes and acquaintances that I’ve known over the years…. zeroing in and focusing on the select few that I consider to fit my own personal definition of punk… It’s easy to see the downside of things.  The punk (and often times “punk”) kids that I grew up with that had nowhere to go.  No direction.  Thirsty for knowledge, security and something bigger than what they had. They were angry because there voices were unheard.  They were angry because they couldn’t find answers.  They found comfort from the confusion of adolescence in grouping together, riding in cars and blaring punk music.  Belting unintelligible (unless you actually read them) lyrics at the top of their lungs and throwing themselves out into the world with that “I don’t give a fuck” attitude not just for attention (though we were kids, so of course we wanted attention —don’t deny it!) and not just for the thrill of it, but because we NEEDED that release. Just like any other hormone-crazed teenagers – we yearned for that liberation.  We needed something to stand for.  We didn’t all dress in leather, spikes and piercings.  We didn’t all have hardcore attitudes and get in the pit at every show.  We were colorful.  We were dark, we were light, we were crazy, we were mellow!  We were “two-tone”!  We were rudies and hooligans!  In a time when we’re all trying to sort out whether we to act like grownups or to act like kids and we just couldn’t get it together… Punk music gave us stability in all of the insanity.And then we grow up.Here’s where it gets difficult.When we’re kids it’s all about self expression, proving your individuality and feeling empowered… or just having someplace to go when you couldn’t be home and you felt noone else accepted you… but what happens when you grow up?I think because I never fully embraced the “punk” image, always teetering on the edge with my love and admiration for it but my fear of committing to the “label”, it was a bit easier for me to let things go… Keep the good and shed the unnecessary.I kept the music.  I kept the ideals.  I kept the unity I felt with my friends and family.  I kept the positive energy and the excitement.  I discarded the leather 😉  I discarded the drugs (which thankfully I never used).  I discarded the anger. Unfortunately with the things that I’d left behind, I also lost some friends…Some people couldn’t get past the drugs and alcohol.  Couldn’t get past the image.  Couldn’t get past the parties.  They never found that balance in themselves to keep the positive and step away from the negative.  You know those people… the ones that you’d love to reconnect with but you’re afraid to see what they’ve done with themselves.  Or maybe you heard some terrible rumors about how they’ve gone off the edge.  Maybe they’re in jail?  Maybe they’ve committed suicide… Maybe they shut you out because they know you’ll want them to do better for themselves.I’ve lost friends and family to drugs, alcohol, suicide and even murder.It’s not just the punk kids. There are people like that in every genre.  People we love but we can’t reach.  They get stuck in their adolescent angst and their inability to grow and learn from the horrible things that may have happened to them or simply what they’ve done to themselves.We love them.  We want them to grow, but sometimes there’s just nothing we can do.  Sometimes they have to learn for themselves…. or never learn at all.Growing up, my punk ass friends were my family.  They still are.  We still get together on occasion and rock out to the same songs that we used to listen to when we were kids, talking about ideals and the crazy ass world we live in.  We may dress different, we may still dress the same, but we love each other because we grew together through those times and we’re happy that we still have each other.  Nobody knows me like they do.So… yeah.  I may dress business casual Monday – Friday, get my trendy latte and tone down on the cursing, but I feel pretty damn comfortable saying that at heart I’m still that goofy little punk kid.Long story short…Punk to me has always been about unity.  I like it that way.

Originally posted here http://evangelina.posterous.com/my-thoughts-on-the-punk-scene

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