The Summer music season started with a Friday evening of plaid at the Hawthorne Theatre.
It was hot, sweaty, and punches were nearly thrown. Everything a Bosstones show should be.
Hugs and kisses to the gentleman behind me that got bent out of shape because he couldn't see the band. My recommendation to you sir: get to shows earlier, grow a few inches, wear lifts, and most importantly: STOP WHINING AT SHOWS. Nobody wants to hear it. The idea that I need to move for you at a frickin rock show is absurd. The fact that you doubled down with threats to throw hands shows just how small a man you really are.
That is why I laughed at you and didn't move an inch.
The show was incredible, btw. A true time warp that I was happy to be face-blasted with.