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Mobile-home game

Cross the Mayor of Lansdowne Street at your peril, Sox fans: you might be jinxing your team in the process
The intersection of Brookline Avenue and Lansdowne Street, in the hours before, during, and after a Red Sox game, is not unlike a trading floor on pre-crash Wall Street: it’s chaotic, teeming with people, and everyone’s trying to make a buck.
By CAITLIN E. CURRAN | October 01, 2008

Interview: Amanda Palmer

At home with the Dresden Doll's solo joint
So it’s the eve of the release of local sensation and Dresden Dolls vocalist/pianist Amanda Palmer’s solo debut album, and I’m sitting in her bric-a-brac-filled South End apartment drinking herbal tea.
By DANIEL BROCKMAN | September 25, 2008

Neil comes to Fenway

Hot Diamond-on-Diamond action
First song: “Sweet Caroline”— that Fenway anthem that booms throughout the park in the middle of every eighth inning. An hour later, Diamond played the thing again “for anyone who came late to the show.” And then, one more time .
By JIM SULLIVAN | August 29, 2008

Photos: Neil Diamond at Fenway Park

August 23, 2008 at Fenway Park, Boston, MA

By BRYAN MASTERGEORGE | August 27, 2008

Socks appeal

Drag kings flip the script on gender impersonation. We go undercover to get to the meat of the matter.
Rico swaggers down the aisle of the Art House Theatre in Provincetown, oozing confidence and brazenly flirting with the cheering women who’ve claimed every available seat for the sold-out show.
By CAITLIN E. CURRAN | July 09, 2008

The Huff post

Brad’s Very Hardly Barely is very really worthy
Listening to him now, it’s clear that Brad Huff’s career was just getting started with his former act, the Jim James Band.
By BOB GULLA | March 19, 2008

Tazer rock

The rapid rise of Pretty & Nice
There’s a lot about Pretty & Nice that’s surprising.
By WILL SPITZ | September 04, 2008

Prime time

Heeere’s . . . Johnny Cash!
To many political conservatives during Vietnam, championing the music of Bob Dylan, Pete Seeger, and Joni Mitchell was the equivalent of French-kissing Chairman Mao.
By TED DROZDOWSKI | October 23, 2007

Chairmen of the boards

Our critics pick the 14 producers with the fattest, meanest beats
Not unlike Swedish, Tagalog, and Esperanto, music is a language, with its own conjugations and (lewdly) dangling participles.
By PHOENIX MUSIC STAFF | October 18, 2007

Got game?

A guide to the city's best sports bars

By HEATHER BOUZAN | May 21, 2007

Fast forward filmmaking

Taking part in the 48-Hour Film Project
You wouldn’t think that spending six hours thinking about a tree elf is an exhilerating way to spend a Friday night.
By SARA FAITH ALTERMAN | May 10, 2007

How Jewish is it?

Rockin’ out with Matisyahu, the LeeVees, and other mensches
In addition to the usual fare of Messiah and Nutcracker performances and bands dressed up in Santa suits this past holiday season, Boston got an unusually large dose of Jewish culture — far more than the electric menorah in Kenmore Square or the klezmer rendition of “Chanukah Oh Chanukah” on the Holiday Pops program.
By ADAM GOLD | January 17, 2007

Five jewels in the Rubin crown

Five Rubin classics
Since launching the pioneering rap label Def Jam out of his NYU dorm room, Rubin has threaded his fingers through almost every genre, from the dirty boogie of the Black Crowes to the metal of Danzig to the pop ephemera of God Lives Underwater to, well, Neil Diamond and Johnny Cash.
By TED DROZDOWSKI | June 27, 2006

Second chances

Rick Rubin’s parting gift to Johnny Cash
When Rick Rubin went looking for Johnny Cash in 1993, he found a master songwriter and a living depository of American folk lore who’d been left behind by the changing tides of the industry and the times.
By TED DROZDOWSKI | June 27, 2006

Keeping Up with the Steins

Neil Diamond steals the show
Nowhere is the over-the-top bar mitzvah scene more ripe for satire, according to Scott Marshall’s family film, than in Los Angeles, where planning the reception can require almost as much energy, money, and BS as producing a feature film.
By MARK BAZER | May 24, 2006