Rock Gods #36: Adventures in Our Little Music Scene

We’ve had our music columns turned into liner notes and even song lyrics. But never a deposition, until now. Here’s what we know about the shooting outside the upscale club we regularly refer to as Dollars or Dollaire’s (and which, for the benefit of the court stenographer, we note is actually spelled D’Aulaire’s) last Thursday night.

Thousand Year was playing, and their set went long. How a hardcore thrash band’s set can go long we don’t know, but that’s the court-ordered truth. The Allied were up next and, fearful they’d get bumped, started making a stink. TY ignored them, or perhaps just wasn’t paying attention. But here’s where our testimony comes in—we’re pretty sure we saw Thousand Year vocalist Shitgrubber (not his real name) acknowledge the interruptions and rust into an unexpected counteroffensive encore.
So who threw the first punch? Thousand Year, by any standard, were the greater aggressors, a genuine menace—and we say this knowing that Mr. Shitgrubber is safely behind bars.
Dollaire’s has intimated that they will not be booking hardcore shows in future. The dance parties are punishing enough, it appears—and we’re just talking about those synthetic beats and bad shoes.

All this is preface to particularly brutal line-ups Saturday at both Hamilton’s and the Bullfinch, where bad feelings tend to be handled with more aplomb. The more mainstream Hamilton’s has Steel Wave, Gone for Soldiers and Last Full Measure—not chaos, granted, but pretty darned loud—while the Finch offers the full-scale onslaught of Gods and Generals, To the Last Man and Rise to Rebellion.
Us, we could use a good piano lounge about now. Any tix left for that McArthur comeback tour at the Shaara Ballroom?