By Artie Capshaw
We nearly fainted when everyone yelled “Surprise!” at the “Artie Capshaw Appreciation Party”— our birthday!—Wednesday at the Bullfinch. We’d been told to check out a band at what we thought was the regular Open Mic nite. Turns out everyone was there to check US out. Non-stop fun, fellers. Just don’t do it again, OK? Not sure our gin-soaked heart can take it.
Macabre Propensities and Syllabic Sound at the Bullfinch… Recrudescent and Knocked for a Goal at Hamilton’s… Lindsay in His Congo and Skippy’s Treasure—half man, half machine—at D’ollaire’s…