Ok so… It may not be a building… But it is one of my favorite structures in Boston.
Up this week, Leonard P. Zakim Bunker Hill Memorial Bridge.
On a gorgeous Saturday afternoon, I made my way out to Assembly Row, Somerville’s big push toward urban renewal on its eastern edge of the Mystic River. I realize not many of us make it out that way often, but times are changing – Assembly Row is set to open its first wave of new businesses and retail options in 2014, and will include a brand new stop on the Orange Line. So why was I there this past Saturday? Assembled, of course.
Continuing our theme of highlighting artists at this weekend’s Boston Calling, it’s time to check out some Andrew Bird. Get yer’ violin out and prepare for some well-schooled, well-crafted songwriting. Andrew Bird has many imitators in the Club Passims, All Asias, and university coffee shops of the city. You know the type: the kid who took suzuki piano and violin bought a looping pedal the weekend before moving to Boston. They build a progression of droning tones while humming in near-harmony with themselves. Then you walk out of the coffee shop, or start playing on your phone and question your direction in music, the universe, and everything.
Hear it done right with Andrew Bird. “Thank god it’s fatal, thank god.”
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Thanks to Andrew Bisdale for the photo.
First there were 24, but after the first deadline passed earlier this week for turning in required signatures, we are down to “just” 16 candidates for the to-be-vacated Mayorship. Those 16 turned in the required 3,000 signatures (which must be unique!) and we can expect the pool to drop even more when those are all done and verified for registered voters.
Yes, the Barstool guy is still technically in the mix.
I fell in love with Boston the way many who live in this fine city do – while attending college. The day I became a Bostonian will be forever imprinted in my memory. Driving down the Pike, Fenway Park on my right and passing traffic on my left, I felt a mixture of excitement, anxiety, and stomachache-inducing fear. I was leaving everything I knew about comfortable New York State life behind me. Would I fit in? Would I get lost? Would I ever figure out public transportation? I was being thrown into the belly of the beast. Would this city embrace me or eat me alive? It ended up embracing me and letting me thrive.