Rock Gods #6: Adventures in Our Little Music Scene

By Artie Capshaw

Last time the Spitters played, they were goaded into actually spitting on a guy. One barely dodged civil lawsuit later, which you’ve read about to death already in other publications (stories through which you can barely discern whether they’re talking about a band or a street gang—honor the music, journos!), the band has paid the fine (a dry cleaning bill) and done the time (writing an apology). But the temptation to live up to their name remains, since they’re not changing it. Any publicity is good—or is that gobbed?—publicity. Spot The Spitters at Hamilton’s Wednesday, and hopefully you won’t be seeing them in court on Thursday….

Another high-security band battle:

Cop till you drop: a benefit for Friends of Police Statewide (FOPS—seriously, they couldn’t be Comrades and not Friends, for the sake of the acronym?) at the VFW Sunday. Five bands!: The Hassetts, Barney, Edgewood Day, The Howard Winchester Band and I Would Rather Not Be Using My Gun. What, they couldn’t get the Carey Mahoneys?

At the end of it all, the winner of a popularity contest gets an hour of recording time at Bolt Studios and a police escort to shows. (Kidding, kidding—a band-friendly police force only goes so far.)

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