Licking the wounds of old high school and college romances, real or imagined, I could often be found in my dorm room at UMass blasting the first album from This Mortal Coil, It’ll End in Tears, the collaborative effort of a bunch of artists from various acts on the 4AD record label circa 1984/1985: Cocteau …
Hi — We have just added a one-off show to try out some new material and play some of the oldies as well. June 26 at the Paradise in Boston. Tix on sale Thursday 4/16: Livenation.com http://billjanovitz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default
Wow, can’t believe we’re up to 24 covers already. What do I get for the 25th? Some sort of commemorative plate? When Buffalo Tom started touring in 1988, people — especially people overseas – would ask us what the “scene” was like in Boston. It seemed so vibrant to someone outside looking in. They assumed …
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Things were slow over the winter, so I went into the vaults, almost literally; we have a bomb shelter built into our house. Well, that’s how it was described to us when we bought it in 2005. The house was built in 1942 and we are only a couple of miles from what used to …
Buffalo Tom was asked to do a song for a compilation to benefit an artist that I had heard of but had whose music I didn’t really know. But the Sweet Relief benefit record was for a good cause, covering the songs of an artist named Victoria Williams, who was suffering from MS, and like …
I left Catholicism behind when I was 18. The schism first occurred, though, just as I was starting that sacrament known as penance, which I recall happening around 3rd grade, or 9 years old. So, let me get this straight, I thought, I go into this mysterious dark booth, kneel down and confess my sins …
Taking on the sacred cow, here is my version of “You Won’t See Me.” Yes, by the Beatles. Sorry kids. A little rough ’round the edges, this one. Also, I will spare you my weekly ramble-nalia for now. I am sure I can tie some rant to this cover. “It was Liverpool, 1959, when I …
When I was growing up, my uncle Pat (his name changed here) was the family lush on the Irish side (we grew up pretty much half Italian/half Irish, though my Irish father also had French and Russian on is side, hence the surname). The “lush on the Irish side” may seem redundant, but someone has …
In 1983 my friend, Danny and I tried to ditch this neighborhood misanthrope when he stepped into the Harbor Deli. We discussed and then decided to just start running, willy nilly, with no destination in mind other than “away.” Billy G. stepped out of the deli, looked left then right, saw us scattering in the …