I'm listening.

Don't start none, won't be none.

I edited an interview with her from one of our clients and was instantly putting it in my library.

Boston's is Lisa Hughes, who has a specifically "that nice mom down the block who still has a turntable and all her early '90s indie-rock vinyl" energy.

A local crank I won't name got into a weird one-sided argument with me in the old place after he groused about a high-profile venue booking tribute bands. He got defensive when I pointed out it was January, a month when indie artists rarely tour in New England for obvious meteorological reasons.

Ooh, let me see if Silvana is playing here, I hadn't seen she was on tour.

Feh. New York directly to Montreal.

I've got the Beths and the Dream Syndicate within a week and a half in early December, but I think that's it until Heavenly in April.

To be fair, Matty, you think a lotta dumb shit.

Being married to a woman who grew up in the Cambridge folkie scene, I not only have several of his records, but have seen him play live from a few feet away. Remarkable songwriter and performer.

I have lost count of the times I have looked something up online, seen my name at the end of the review and thought "I have no memory of writing that."

The Bernbots all said Warren was their imaginary Canadian girlfriend in 2016. But the second she actually ran, it was all HOW DARE SHE?

The best part is definitely "In a literal sense, he used not a bullet but a bird."

Someone tell The Audubon Society this motherfucker's out here in a reflective safety vest throwing birds at wild animals.

I'm not sure I even knew he was podcasting, although that tracks.