“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”
Billy and Billy. Photo by Ken Okaya.
Boston just lost a legend and a giant-hearted friend. Billy gave Buffalo Tom one of, if not our very first gig in Boston. For those of you who are not from Boston, and/or didn’t know him, Billy was more than a fan, more than a promoter, more than a friend. He is responsible for so much good music, so many good clubs, and endless generosity and good will. He singlehandedly brought music to the Middle East Restaurant, which became, simply, the Middle East. But there were stunning memorable nights at Green Street Grill, galleries, bowling alleys, lofts…
The loss is staggering. My eyes are misty as I write this. He will be missed and his death marks the end of an era. We mourn Billy as we mourn the passing of our youth.
Photo by Wayne Valdez.
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