Our Ears Are Burning:

Sonny Blitt of The Blats respectfully requests that  “you stop talking shit about our bass player.”

In a burst of pent-up emotions during an after-hours revelry at the Bullfinch last Thursday, Sonny explained that “Bobby [Stankus, aka Bloody Stink, a founder member of the band] and I have been friends since kindergarten. This is like our fourth band together. He’s easy to get along with. Sometimes I let him help write the songs. We’re buds. Some things are bigger than the music, you know.” No, really? Tell us about it…

Our Ears Are Ringing:

Now it can be tolled! That bell-ringing climax to Namby’s windchilled set on New Worth common last weekend? Completely and complicatedly planned, from the fade-out of the local diva’s song “(I’m Your) Belle” to the brief pause and look skyward to the sudden and overwhelming clanging from the Union Street Church bell tower.

The wintertime Bonita Dimension Festival has a history of surprises–the Terrake Milk reunion, the debut of the Waterfords in a slot originally meant for the band’s earlier incarnation Gorham—but Namby’s singlehambiedly raised the standard sky-high. Can’t wait to see what this girl, whose ambition demands big outdoor stages, has got planned for springtime.

We Can’t Believe Our Ears:

Some of us thought we  protecting the honor of a few local women by not validating that they were the “skankiest groupies” cited by a big-name band in a big-deal magazine last month. Then Sissy Spangler puts out a flier for her band The Conway Scenics boasting that she’s one of the women in question. Thing is, we’re pretty sure she isn’t. The quest for fame takes some strange paths. …