Rock Gods #210: Adventures in Our Little Music Scene

By Artie Capshaw
For my money (not that we pay any—we’re on the list, don’tcha know), the best local opening act in town is Q (full name unknown), the barback and default roadie at the Bullfinch. No one runs a load-in like this guy. Time is money for him, and bands don’t tip the way the way other patrons might if he gets to spell one a bartender for a short spell. This guy may be at the bottom of the watering hole food chain, and spends most of his time moving stuff around in the cellar. So it’s a thrill when he comes out of his lair, hoisting each amp or gearbox in his inimitable style—up on his shoulder, clamped against his noggin like it’s a gigantic transistor radio. All hail Q—who’ll probably beat me up when he reads this, unless I specify right here and now that the praise is sincere. …
Candid Microphone Nite at the Bullfinch. Yeah, that’ll last… All-girl covers band The Housewives’ Protective League at Hamilton’s, sharing the bill with the members’ actual hubbies, posing this night as The Favorite Husbands but better known as Fitch Band… My True Story at D’ollaire’s, a rare tour, and reportedly a short. Luckily there are two opening acts: Scramby Amby and Rocky Fortune…

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