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Megapolis in the Boston Phoenix, 4.22.09

April 23, 2009

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“When NPR first started, in the early ’70s, they had no idea what the sound would be,” says Van der Kolk. “All Things Considered gave the whole show over once to this artist Max Neuhaus, and he just went crazy. He would create all these weird sounds from callers through different feedback systems, and they’d be like, ‘Hey I’m on NPR! Ahhhh!’ I can’t imagine public radio doing that now.” “That’s what this is about,” says Grotelueschen. “Assembling a whole bunch of people who have really fantastic approaches and really think about the craft of what they do, who have ideas that just can’t be pitched to anyone in radio.”

Quintron and Miss Pussycat in the Boston Herald, 4.23.09

April 23, 2009

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I was an army brat,” Quintron said. “I grew up all over the place. Alabama, St. Louis, wherever. By now, I’ve spent more time in New Orleans than any other place. It’s incredible. The housing and cost of living has gotten really high after Katrina, but we’re hooked up there. There’s an amazing network of friends that watch out for each other and ways to make money outside the lines.

Futurism at 100 in the Boston Phoenix, 4.22.09

April 23, 2009

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100 years since Marinetti took that initial spill into the greasy ditch of progress, Harvard rounds up some of the world’s preeminent thinkers to spend the day discussing the movement. A contingent of insider guerilla musicians crashes the party. “The day was winding up with a panel discussion when a gaggle of younger participants crept […]

The WHRB Record Hospital Fest in the Boston Phoenix, 4.15.09

April 17, 2009

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Dudes in sleeveless T-shirts who looked as if they’d been bathing in Taco Bell bathrooms for months rolled amps through the quiet, misty Harvard quad to Holden Chapel, where a stately portrait of a shiny-domed professor looked down on a mess of kids flailing around to screamo cadre the Saddest Landscape. The crowd took over on choruses, stealing the mic from the singer as he scrambled around on the ground trying to re-duct-tape the cable back into his guitar. It was Night Two of WHRB’s Record Hospital Fest.