The first time I ever saw the Bosstones was in 1990 (I think... Devil's
Night out was the only album out at the time... this was about the time of
the infamous Converse commercial) at a tiny little club in Worcester,
Massachusetts called the WAG, Worcester Artists Group. It was an old
warehouse converted into a club/art gallery.

    The stage was only about a foot off the ground and pretty small. There
weren't any bouncers and it basicly was like a giant party. They ripped into
their stuff, playing a lot from Devil's Night Out plus covers of Enter Sandman,
Sweet Emotion, and Ain't Talking About Love. I hadn't really heard them
before, I didn't have the album yet, so I'm not really sure what they played
but that didn't matter because it was so much fun.

    Part way into their set, between songs, Dickie was bantering with the crowd
when he suddenly looked down at the people right up front and said "These
guys are great! Why don't you come up?" So these two guys went on stage. One
borrowed Nate's guitar, the other sat down at the drum kit. They played a
couple of songs, gave the instruments back and the Bosstones finished their
set. 

    Of course by the end of the show, the crowd was all on stage and the
Bosstones where in the audience. It was one of the best concerts I've ever
been to.

   I liked them better when they sang 3 minute songs about beer and didn't 
take themselves so seriously.

What the fuck is up with this page?  No lyrics from the real Bosstones 
songs, the ones from Devil's Night Out.  You idiots, Drunks and Children 
is the same song as "Dogs and Chaplains" or "Drugs and Kittens.  They've 
released it on four different CD's (one's a comp.).  Get a life; it's 
because of ignoramouses like yourselves that Bosstone's shows suck to go 
to now.  

    On February 18th, me and a friend named Jon drove up to DC to see
the Bosstones at WUST Radio Music Hall.  Since Jon is from NoVa, I
figured he knew his way around DC.  How wrong I was.  We drove around
DC for about three hours before finally finding the place (which
looked like the gym in my old high school).  When we got to the door,
I could here those bagpipes that signify the coming of the Bosstones,
and the bouncer told us the show was sold out.  We didn't have
tickets because both other times I saw them it didn't get sold out so
I didn't think we had anything to worry about. We then proceeded to
bribe the bouncer twenty bucks apiece to let us in. It turned out to
be well worth all our troubles, for the show was awesome as mess.

	I had never heard a BossTone's song before I saw them play in 
Lawrence, KS.  I go to K.U. home of the Mighty Mighty Jayhawks.  
Anyway-their show was by far one of the best ever.  I've been in a 
lot of great pits but this was absolutely the best.  I did two stage
dives.  By the way, I'm 6 foot 3, 225 pounds.  The first time I jumped
the crowd parted like the Red Sea.  It hurt like a motherfucker, but 
I was having too much fun to care.  

					Swingfully,
					Matthew G. Tobin

    Two of my friends from high school and I all have our birthdays within
three weeks of each other in January and February. We decided to go to the 
Bosstones' show at the Paradise Rock Club in Boston in January 1992 for our
18th birthday. I can't remember why but we had to stand outside for a really
long time before we could go in. Of course lots of people were in shorts and 
t-shirts because you tend to get very hot and sweaty at their shows. Well
being January, it definitely wasn't very fun standing outside and it was so
cold that people huddled together in large groups, collected trash off the
streets and started little fires to try and keep warm. It was very strange.

    Of course the show was incredible, and the really cool thing was that a
friend of ours knew that we were going as a "birthday" present, and through
the daughter of someone her father worked with was able to pass on the
message to the band that we were going to be there. So part way into the
show, we're dancing around in the pit, and one of the Bosstones (I don't
remember who) gets on the mic and wishes us a Happy Birthday.

     During my junior year of high school, one of my friends was a major fan
of the Bosstones.  His older brother has his own radio show at UMass devoted to
ska and the Bosstones.  My friend once spent an entire weekend with them my
senior year of high school hanging out with them and going to their shows at
Rutgers (I was one year too late!) and in Trenton.  In any case, during my junior
year, we put together our own ska band and performed "Someday I Suppose" at the
high shool rock show.  The audience thought is was funny but for us, it was a blast.
I was wailing on trombone, we had a bass player who could play all the funky
bass licks and my friend, who sang for it, dressed up in a plaid suit, shorts,
and a funky hat and shades.  That was fun.

     A lot of people here at Rutgers remember them when they performed here last
year, and they really loved their show.  I really hope they return here again this
year!

I have to agree with Rattboy.  Songs about beer are always good. And if
the song are longer than three minutes some people I know don't have 
an attention span long enough to listen to it.  


p.s. We here at St Johns University, Minnesota, need a kick ass band 
for our spring concert, Pinestock.  If you guys are interested call
612-363-2834 ask for Al Christenson.  It would be killer!! And it is a 
good way to make some CA$H!

Not really that juicy, but I just wanted to put my two cents in.
When I saw the Bosstones play in Minneapolis this past summer it
was one of the best shows that I've ever seen. They seemed to be
truly excited to be playing for what is usually a pretty tame
crowd at Frist Avenue (the most popular venue for indie/"alternative"
bands.  Their excitement got the crowd going like I've never seen
it before.  It was more than a concert it was a skankin' experience.


Matt Hynes

     The first time I saw the Bosstones was about a week before Don't Know
How to Party came out at the Pearl Street Nightclub in Northampton Mass.
Before the show, they were walking around buying beers for people and signing
nachos. The set was mostly comprised of stuff off of that album.  About 
half-way through the show, Dickie stopped the band from launching into Simmer 
Down in order to talk about their new record deal.  He said that it was great
to be on a label that actually paid them money and that allowed them to give 
out free stuff to the crowd.  He then proceeded to throw out to the crowd 
about a hundred cd-singles of Someday I Suppose.     

I've seen the Bosstones twice, both times in Lawrence, Kansas.  The first
show was like a religious experience.  I hadn't heard of them until my 
friend Caleb lent me the "More Noise..." tape.  Anyway, we saw them, and 
the band kicked, and 311 was supposed to open up but didn't for some 
reason, but the Urge opened up, so that made it alright.  I got 
personalized license plates for my car, and they say "BOSTONE"(Kansas)
At the last show, on October 30, I met most of the band before the show,
and they signed my license plate and a shirt.  I believe Dicky recognized 
me in the crowd(I was one of the few who knew to go rude), and bestowed
upon me the privilege of helping sing a great amount of the set list.
The security at both shows was pretty rad.  I got up onstage and skanked
with Ben during "Kinder Words."  After the show, my friend Morgan and I 
got invited on the bus for some pizza.  Dicky and the boys were cranking
Rod Stewart's "Storyteller" box set with us.  The Bosstones do care.  
The Bosstones have not sold out.  Just because they don't write songs 
about beer doesn't mean they're rubbing elbows with Michael Bolton.  
Long live the Plaid Brotherhood.

I'm sick of fucking loser, wannabee, fuckups with their fucking baggy ass jeans
and their no fear t-shirts going to shows where they don't fucking belong. 
The Bosstones rule.

  My cousin went to see the Bosstones in Rochester, I think, and the show 
was great and as always the band was on fire.  Everybody was dancing and 
having a kick-ass time too.  My cousin's in back, having a beer watching all
the people dance and move and all of the sudden a bunch of people dropped 
about three feet down.  The floor had caved in!  I believe the Bosstones 
then stopped and the show was rescheduled.

iam from boston, but i go to u of missouri, saw the bosstones in columbia  
mo at the Blue Note, it was a great show hope they come back!!!

I lost a testicle at a Bosstones concert, other than that it was cool.

just for shits and giggles, i decided to see the b-tones 4 times in four states
in six weeks (3 of em on consec. nites) during their late summer tour '93..
when u live in iowa u get used to roadtripping to shows. First time was in 
Lawrnce, KS (best one to date). But my sob story has to be the Chi-town show..
it was sold out several days before, so i got the bright idea of buying a tick
to the omaha show two nites later (@ Stickit(to ya)master), thinking they 
wouldn't look too closely at the venue on the ticket(its worked before).I al-
most made it in 'til the guy took one more glance at it *busted!* i gave him 
some sob stry bout how the women at ticketmaster must have screwedup and how 
far i had driven (6 hrs). Being the Metro, he didn't give a rats ass, so i 
thought i was out of luck. I waited for Dickie to show up, and gave him the 
same story. He said "psst! Follow me..!" and he tried to sneak me in through a
sidedoor. Nabbed again! Dickie and the club bigwig got in a big argument and 
the guy said he would cancel the show before he would violate the fire code.
Dickie apolgized to me, but i asked if i could at least be on the guest list 
for next nite's show in MPLS.He said no prob and scribbled my name on a 
cocktail napkin (bad omen).By this time, The Blue Meanies had finished their 
set and Shootyz Groove were up next. Losing hope fast, i had one more trick up
my sleeve! As the Meanies were loading up their gear and leaving for the nite,
i asked one of the them if i could have his backstage pass (even more powerful
than Mentos!) and he nervously agreed (my hero!)..i anxiously flashed it to the 
bouncer and he nodded me through (didn't even recognize me!).I ran into the
mass of people before some security goon figured out what was up...Alas!
Even the "MAN" couldn't keep me from seein' my BeanBoys :) Shootyz had the
crowd all primed up, and i thought nothing else could spoil it now..wrong..
aboout 3 or 4 songs into their set, just as everyone was losin' their inhabit-
itons and jumping on stage, the typical asshole security decide to lay down
the ironfist and drag/choke off every jumper they could catch..Dickie stopped 
the show several times to lecture the goons about what assholes they were and
how the stage was "his house" and he could 'invite' anyone he damnwell chooses
Security continued to oppress despite threats of cancelling the show by Dickie
Finally, after walking off stage to a chorus of boos and flying evian bottles
directed at the security, dickie reappeared to confirm our fears, and he said 
the cops were threatening to arrest him for inciting a riot (not quite).As 
rumor had it, a guy from shootyz groove got roughed up by one of the goons
(for supposedly smokin' weed backstage)--Does anybody know the real/whole
story of what went down? Outside, cop cars were everywhere, but most ppl were
more in shock than incited rioters.Just great, 12 hrs total on the road and 
only about 15 minutes of music to show for it (shorter than this story!).
The next nite in MPLS was almost flaw-free.. except Dickie had forgotten to
add me to the guest list (i like to think he lost it as opposed to just toss-
ing it in nonchalance).Another sob story to one of the roadies and i was added
to the list(in time to see all three bands, this time)and saw The BossTones
do there thing they way it was meant to be done..with a few quips about the
previous nite's events (lost on the clueless masses)..on to Omaha to complete
the trilogy..this time with a legit ticket (saved it from chicago). The show 
was at a bowling alley/club (Ranch Bowl) and the boyz were catchin' a few
frames before the show (which went w/out a hitch!)


                              *whew*  

Well, I've seen the Bosstones twice now, both times incredible shows.  First
was in August '94 with Black Train Jack, who put on a decent show, then came
Mighty Mighty.  They opened with Cowboy Coffee, and the place exploded.  
Basically, an incredibly energetic show where they played lots of what the
audience was screaming that they wanted to hear, concluded by a hilarious
encore of "A little bit ugly" which featured a very large skinhead wearing
only bikini underwear, running around stage and terrorizing Ben and Dicky
while they were trying to perform, and of course Dicky and Ben were running 
all over the stage trying to get away from said gyrating skinhead.  (who was,
indeed, a little [well, a lot] bit ugly.)  

The second time was a couple weeks ago on March 2, 1995.  Openers were Wax,
who were decent, and Face to Face, who put on a really good show lined with
witty reparte.  Only disappointment was they stopped right in the middle of
"I Want" so that the bass player could scream at the people for moshing too
hard.  Mighty Mighty once again displayed an incredible live show which 
included a good mix of new stuff and old.  It sounded like Dicky had a sore
throat, but he sang anyway up until the end of the night when Dennis and
Johnny Vegas took over most of the singing.  A lot of people got to dance on
stage and Dicky pulled a few people out of the pit and they got to go back-
stage (and I wasn't one of them, I was busy being pummeled.)

Basically, a great band to see live.  if you hear they're coming, go... they
certainly tour enough!

I am Nate's uncle. I have lot's of embarassing stories about Nate when 
he was a cute little boy. I also rmember most of the band members when they
didn't have beer guts, whiskers, anddouble chins. Please write to the
Bosstones homepage and encourage me and I might be persuaded to spill the
juicy details. Did anyone know that Doickie used to sing falsetto for the 
Mormon Tabernacle Choir?

The first time I saw the Bosstones at the Metropol in Pittsburgh was so 
wild.  The mosh pit was crazy.  People floating and stage diving like there 
was no tomorrow.  It was chaos.  I loved it.  One of my friends, while she 
was in the mosh pit got a bloody nose.  Later on toward the end of the show 
she got on stage next to Dicky Barett.  I was so jealous.

The bosstones kick ass!!! i barely missed them in concert over the 
summer... man was i pissed! if you could send me a list of tour dates i 
would appreciate it!	

thanx...	

bosstone..fanatic

Bosstones kick. I hope that someday I can make a concert and lose a 
testicle.  Th

There i was, in the fuckin front row, sweating my ass off, skanking out hard.
Dicky saw my plaid plaid attitude, and handed me the mic during Patricia.
I totally fucked the lyrcis big time..Dicky gave me the nasty look in the 
world.  I am so ashamed.  Forgive me Father for i have sinned.

I went to a Bosstones concert with the hopes of doing a rockin' interview. 
But my batteries died. I got Dickie to confess that he was actually a 
woman, but he probably won't admit it. Then he told me that All You Can 
Eat is his favorite band, and that there is this annoying guy named Matt 
Burink who bugs him all the time. I guess Matt lives in Livermore, and 
he was very sheltered. Dickie had to kick his ass once, and he still 
didn't get a clue

Also, I was in S.F. watching Adam Ant, and on the TV I swear I saw Dennis 
on Wheel of Fortune. He won 27,000 bucks! I kid you not!

I first saw the Bosstones for two bucks at some lame club in SF. They opened 
for some World beat band, who I forgot to watch. I missed half of the 
Bosstones set because I didn't know how to drive. When I finally got 
there me and 20 other people had a darn good time.

	I was wearing two shirts, and Dickie ripped through both of them 
	with his teeth. I was at a young and impressionable age and he 
	became my new idol. Later I asked him if he could give me a free 
	shirt to replace those two and he said "no."

 I've seen the Bosstones a number of times in the last few years and 
while they've always put on a good show and have been extremely 
friendly, I kinda get annoyed with all the flannel clad "Frat boys"
who go to the show just so they can stage dive 25 times during the
show. Now, I understand the Bosstones want everyone to have a good
time, and if your idea of having a good time is dancing around on 
stage and then leaping off, FINE.. But come on, how many times do 
you have to get up there per show before it gets old? It's also 
funny to see these guys singing along with "They Came to Boston" 
Yowza. 

sko:t

wow! finally a decent band is playing at lollapalooza! i may just have to go 
            and kick a little frat boy butt in honor of
                            THE RUDIES

Well, I was sitting in the back of Worcester Artists Group watching a small local band named FOE
sipping a Martini and generally keeping an eye out for this dangerous group of 
troublemakers known as the "Bosstones". The word on the street was that they had 
made the 45 minute trek from the city out to the wilds of Worcester to shoot some
footage for the first video from their upcoming album, "More Noise..." Being the 
professional that my career requires, my regular tuxedo was accompanied by chain
wallet and a pair of Docs. I fit in perfectly. It was the only window of oportunity
my organization would have to view the Bosstones in their natural element. Soon the lights
darkened and the ominous chant of "Mighty Mighty, Bosstones! Mighty Mighty, Bosstones!"
filled the darkened warehouse. The makeshift cutain dropped and the mediocre lights 
came up on this mythic musical brotherhood. The thunder began and chaos ensued. I
was swept up in the tide and tossed onto the shore of the small stage, only to be pulled
aside and forced to drink a beer by a bouncer/bartender named Chip, an international 
contact employed by the crown. Grabbed by the scruf of the neck by the man called
"Dickie" a microphone was shoved into my face. In order to maintain my cover I
conceeded. I was was forced to sing the chorus for "The Bartender's Song". My ruse 
suceeded and I was quickly back onto the floor. 

       In the years since I have had quite a few encounters with this rouge band of musical
ruffians. Their cunning never ceases to amaze me. But soon, they will falter 
and I will be ready to strike!

I think Kathy was at the concert with some of those frat boys in flannel.
Dont complain about a bloody nose.  Get real.  Sorry.  Get a kleenex
and get over it.  BOSSTONES AT LOLLAPALOOZA?  WHAT?  It will be a sad day
in the world when the Bosstones play Lollapalooza.  If you agree, tell 
them not to play!!!  UGH!  I want to hear Nate stories, PLEASE!!! 

I'm BOOTY 4 BASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

				Sincerely,

				  Lee

I've seen the Bosstones twice, both times in DC, once at the Bayou  
and the other time at Wust Radio Hall.  Both times kicked the shit out of any
other show I've ever been to.  I've never had more fun. I got to scream 
"Lights Out!" into the mic at one show, and Dicky wore my friend's hat at 
another.  What else can I say?  The 'stones rock!

I saw the Bosstones for the second time at the Trocadero in Philadelphia in
February. The show was UNBELIEVABLE!! The opening bands rocked, and we went
nuts when the Bosstones came out. The first time I saw the Bosstones, somebody
stole Dicky's shoe, which kind of pissed him off, but this time was just as fun.
He kept his shoes, and the moshing was the craziest I have ever experienced.  After
the show my friends and I happened to be walked past the Troc and my friend started 
talking to Kevin, who had just come out.  Ben then came out and started talking to us.
Some kid then walked up and asked Ben if he knew how to break into a trunk, because
his keys were in it.  We told him to rip out the back seat, which he did until his friend 
walked up with the keys in his hand.  Dicky then came out and we hung out with him for
like an hour. Dicky is seriously the nicest guy, although he made fun of my friend's big ears.
I had just met Chelsea Clinton at Georgetown University's Model United Nations
so I was relating my experience with her to Dicky, telling him that she's got a 
decent body and a nice ass and that she's not ugly like you think she is (she's
nothing special, though),and we laughed about her and what kind of perverted
United Nations I was at. Not only was the show fucking amazing, but Dicky, Ben and
the other guys took time to talk to us and hang out like friends. 

Whoa.... I'm from Winnipeg Manitoba, and I've driven over 3000 miles
to see the bosstones play on 3 occasions. twice in Toronto and the show
this past summer at 1st ave in Minniapolis. I've never been disappointed
by the band, but I'd like to see them play "I'll drink to that" just once 
before I die........

The Bosstones are my personal favorite band of all time. 
There is nothing like a Bosstones show.  It is just to
enormous for words.  Anyway, the only thing that I want to comment on
was when the Bosstones were in Boston at Newbury Comics for the
midnight party for the release of Question the Answers.  They were
all a hell of a good group of guys.  You can tell they really know 
how to party. Even the drunk, Dicky.  Also, I have to say their 
appearance on 120 minutes on mtv was quite amusing.  All I have to say
is that Dicky Barrett is great, and the only line I will have to 
remember for the rest of my life is..."I had a grand slam god damn breakfast."

I'VE CAUGHT THE BOSSTONES TWICE IN D.C. 
(AT THE BAYOU AND WUST MUSIC HALL)  THEY 
KICKED ASS BOTH TIMES OF COURSE.   AT WUST
I THOUGHT WAX WAS PRETTY AWESOME TOO.
EVEN THOUGH I'M A PRETTY SMALL GUY I
 MANGED TO MAKE MY WAY UP ON STAGE AT 
BOTH SHOWS.   AT THE FIRST ONE I WAS SO 
EXHAUSTED AND DRENCHED WITH SWEAT I WAS
AFRAID MY DRAWERS WERE GOING TO FALL OFF
UP ON STAGE.  I HAD A BUNCH OF T-SHIRTS 
STUFFED IN THE POCKETS OF MY SHORTS AND
THEY WERE SERIOUSLY WAYING ME DOWN.  ALL
WENT WELL THOUGH.  AT WUST IT SEEMED LIKE
I COULDN'T GET OFF THE STAGE.  I WOULD DIVE
AND SECONDS LATER I'D GET PASSED RIGHT
BACK UP ON STAGE.  SO I'D TAKE ADVANTAGE OF
THIS AND DO MY BEST SKANK UNTIL IT LOOKED
LIKE SECURITY WAS GETTING ANNOYED.  SO I'D
JUMP AGAIN AND END UP RIGHT BACK ON STAGE.
THIS HAPPENED FOUR OR FIVE TIMES.  AFTER I
WAS DROPPED THOUGH I FELT A LITTLE 
NASCIOUS.  

I FORGOT TO PUT MY NAME TO THAT LAST
ENTRY.  I WAS ALSO WONDERING IF ANYONE 
REMEMBERS MUCH ABOUT THE CONVERSE
COMMERCIAL.  I REMEMBERED THAT IT EXISTED
BUT THAT'S ABOUT IT.   

I'm not obsessive or something, I just keep getting cut short.  I'm making 
these entries from the school library. When people come in I get booted off 
the computer.  So anyway,  I'd still like to find out a little about that 
comercial. It's strange because when I first found out about the Bosstones, 
about two years ago, I recognized them but I didn't know why.  I got their 
albums and then all of a sudden it just dawned on me.  They were in that 
Convere All Stars commercial.  A few months later one of my buudies asked me 
the same thing just out of the blue.  What's this I hear about Lollapalooza?  
I'd be suprised if the Bosstones played such an imprsonal venue like that.  
I couldn't imagine a Bosstones show without stage diving and Dicky up there 
talking to us like we've been friends for years.  It would also bug me tht a 
bunch of people who hadn't heard of them getting to experience one of their 
shows.  I know I got to see them just over a month ago but I'm already 
getting antsy to see them again. 

I saw them February 19th at the Trocadero in Philadelphia, and of course
it was incredible. The emphasis of the show was mainly old-school, and
they ripped through every song in fine form. They opened with Cowboy Coffee
(my favorite song) and they again included "Chocolate Pudding." After the
show my brother, some friends, and I met some of the BossTones outside the
entrance. Ben explained to us what had happened when they tried to play
the Troc with the Butthole Surfers, and they didn't perform that night we 
tried to go see them, and their show at the Theater of Living Arts with
Black Train Jack over the summer in August was to make up for the Surfers
mess. We also met some of the other BossTones, hung out with Dicky and it was
pretty chill. It was the perfect cap to a great show.

I remember the first time I heard a bosstones song, it was 'where'd you 
go?'.  I was driving home late one night and happened to hear it on the 
radio. It just totally blew my mind that such a wonderful combination of 
sounds could be melted into one awesome song.  Well, four years later, I 
finally got to see them in concert.  It was 

I caught them at the Eastwood theatre in Indianaplis.  God what a show!!  
The Voodoo Glow Skulls Opened up along with some other band that I forget 
and just blew my mind.  Then the Bosstones came out and just took my 
level of energy one step higher.  It was most definitly one of the most 
fun shows I have EVER been to in my life. 

From now on, I will never pass up a chance to see them again and skank 
the night away.

Its pretty sad when the final time you see the Bosstones they talk about 
their new video and make fun of Belly.

Then about a year later come out with an album that tries to vie with any 
Stone Temple Pilots release.  I do remeber my first Bosstone show and I 
cherish that memory very much, but whatever you link that you have evolved 
into is just to MTV-esque for me to deal with.  If you don't really get 
what I'm saying, go out, get a six pack, anything plaid, Devils Night out, 
and listen.  If it matters at all I saw them six times (even 
pre-commercial days) back when it wasn't so cool to get a little bit ugly.  

Ummm... I had a sculpture class at BU (when I went there, in '93) with a 
guy who used to work with Dicky Barret... Am I cool, or a silly fool.

I think they kick a lot of ass.  There are plenty of bands that sing
three minute songs about beer and don't take themselves seriously.  If
The Bosstones are too much for you, go see them, chump.

Are you hearing me, Rattboy?  

We would like to see the Bosstones playning in Europe in the near future. 

I MUST CONFESS!!!  DICKY IS MY HERO

I was in DC on a High School-sponsored trip.  
It just happened to be the night of a MMB show
at the Music Hall.  I called that day and was told that 
tix would be no problem.  4 friends and I snuck out of 
the hotel, risking suspention and got on the metro.  I
met a guy wearing an old MMB shirt.  I started talking w/
him and he informed me that the show might be sold out.
He said he knew the ticket lady and to mention her name and 
his name if it was sold out.  We got there & it was sold out.
We tried talking to the ticket lady but with no sucess.
I stood by the band/equipment enterence, looking for a miricle.
I asked the band leaving (Mung?) if they needed help moving their 
equipment. (Mentoās anyone?)  They didnāt need any help.
I had lost all hope.  My friends were in front of the main enterence
hoping to find extra tix.  Smoking a butt, I just stoiod by the equip.
enterence.  This guy waslked by me twords the enterence, with a beer
in one hand and a woman in the other.  He said "Howzit goin?"

I replied "Kinda shitty."  Then I realized, THATS DICKEY BARRETT!

"Dickey" I yelled. "How are ya!"  

"Not bad" he replied.

"Hey me & my friends came all the way from Bosston to see you."
(Now this wasn't a lie, we came from Concord, Ma just outside of
Boston, and we did come to see them)

"We get here & its sold out.  Is there any way we could get in?
Were willing to pay extra."

"I'ts not a matter of money, its just that our guest list is filled & 
its sold out.  There are just so many spaces."

"Comon Dickey I've seen you 4 times, twice at the Middle East
6-show 5-day Throwdown." (I was wearing my t-shirt to prove it,
and motioned to it accordingly. "Isn't there anything you can do?"

"From Mass. huh?  How many, 5?  Hold on stay right here, no promises"

I felt like I was gonna explode.  I yelled at my freinds and had them come over.  
I told them the sitution, and pointed to Dickey, who was yelling 

"Chiser, where the fuck are you?"

Dickey came back with Chiser (The Merchandiser, for those in the dark.)
"Kids, this is Chiser, no promises, but he's gonna see what he can do."

"Thanx Dickey"  I shook his hand and he left.

Chiser was repeatedly looking behind the club, complaining about the 
"Fucking anal security guards"  The guards closed the big equipment door.
"Hurry up, everybody, single file" Chiser yelled.  He took us down an aleyway,
through a door, past the stage and into the crowd.

WE WERE IN!!!!
Face to Face payed a hard, punk set anbd got the crowd riled up.
As the song "Lowrider" came on I made my way to the frond.  The MMB
opened with a blistering "Cowboy Coffee."  About 3 songs into the set
Dickey looked down at me in the front row rubbed my head and stuck the mike 
into my face, letting me sing something I don't remember.  Curfew was at 12:00
so we had to leave mid-set.  The band started playing "Kinder Words" I knew
I had to go so I got up on stage to stagedive.  The second verse was beginning
and I motioned to the mike.  Dickey waved me over and we sung the entire 2nd 
verse together. He let me sing the last line by myself.  And let me mention 
that his mike is turned up realy loud!  I leaped off the stage, met my friends 
at the back and went back to the hotel.  It was one of the best nights of my 
life. It is all due to the kindness of a man named DICKEY BARRETT.

To those who say they have sold out: FUCK YOU

To the Mighty themselves : Good luck on the LOLLAALOOZA tour
& I hope you still do the Midsummer Hometown Throwdown.

& FINALLY a shameless plug for the next big thing....
SLOW CHILDREN - e-mail the bassist at ANDY_GUTHRIE@pit.com
or call him at 508-369-3275  Their new tape 63% is amazing.

i like them...they turn me on!!

Dear Mighty Mighty Bosstones,

     I have seen you guys three times now in Lawrence, Kansas and I just wanted
to say that you guys are better every damn time.  I can't wait until you're in
the neighborhood again.  I've got some friends in my dorm that are hooked on
you now and they'll be with me.  You gotta come back soon.

You guys kick ass,

Aaron Mann

I saw the Bosstones for the first time at Metropol in Pittsburgh.

	I was playing drums for this musical the same weekend they were going to 
be in town.  I was totally pissed , because I really wanted to go see the show.  
So I sat back and looked at my priorities in life.  Needless to say the 
Bosstones take precident over some stupid muscial.  So I skiped out on the 
musical that night and went to see the show.

	I was totally pleased to find out that Face to Face was opening for them.  
THis meant I could see two great bands at one time.  The Bosstones rulled.  They 
shredded through a killer set.  They played a lot of tunes off "Don't Know How 
to Party."  I was jumping around going nuts.  Someone needs to tell the Jocks to 
find somewhere else to go whiel the Bosstones are in town.  Other than their 
sorry asses the show was killer.

	I'm playing in another musical now.  The Bosstones are about an hour away 
again. Do I go????  Yeah probably!!!  Irony at it's best!!!