"Go through your phone book, call people and ask them to drive you to the airport. The ones who will drive you are your true friends. The rest aren't bad people; they're just acquaintances."
Once there was a way to get back home. From a kinder gentler airport. Can you believe that Barb Hudson and her mother are standing on actual grass just outside American Airlines at Logan Airport in 1954? Sure the grass could be better manicured but its existence is testimony to a time when air travel was a novelty and a treat, not a nuisance and a task.
Opened on September 8, 1923 Logan was originally called Boston Airport and was mainly used by the Army Air Corps. The first commercial flights started in 1927 and were only between Boston and New York City.
At Logan, 1957. Courtesy of ViewLiner.Blogspot.com
The April 1957 Official Airline Guide shows 49 weekday departures on American, 31 Eastern, 25 Northeast, 8 United, 7 TWA domestic, 6 National, 6 Mohawk, 2 TCA and one Provincetown-Boston. The agency managing the system for the airport and surroundings, Massport, strained its relationship with nearby communities in the mid-60s and has yet to emerge as a respected institution. Ask any native East Bostonian. Wood Island or Neptune Rd are buzzwords representing bad times for thousands. The agency took control of a parcel of this residential and recreational land near the northwest side of the airfield. This project was undertaken to extend what is now Logan's longest runway. Residents of Wood Island, were bought out of their homes and forced to relocate. Public opposition came to a head when residents lay down in the streets to block bulldozers and supply trucks from reaching the construction zone.
Logan International Airport processed more than 30 million passengers in 2013. Massport predicts more than 33 million in 2014 with the addition of Emirates, Hainan and Turkish Airlines. plus Delta's large expansion at Boston. See how the fluffy clouds move by us? Thank you Susan Cowsill.
Gassing up Northeast, 1957. Courtesy of ViewLiner.Blogspot.com
Thanks to Wikipedia for stats and figures.
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From the collection of Betsy Siggins Schmidt
Bob Dylan on a car roof on Mount Auburn St., Cambridge? Who was fortunate enough to get this 1963 shot? It was Betsy Minot Siggins, freshman roommate of Joan Baez at B.U. and a manager of Club 47 in Harvard Square who today has it in her assembled collection called the New England Folk Archives.
"I was into folk music a little early," Siggins said in an interview for examiner.com. "I was a high school sophomore, and The Weavers were getting heard on the radio. There were the Everly Brothers, with a hint of R&B. I also overdosed on Gilbert and Sullivan as a teenager."
Siggins and Baez were both more into music than academics which prompted Siggins to waitress at the Cafe Yana, a tiny basement club off the B.U. campus on Brookline Av.
She met and eventually married to Bob Siggins of the Charles River Valley Boys. After a year touring overseas with the band, the couple returned to Cambridge where Club 47 became Betsy Siggins' employer and favorite hang. She was said to have made herself indispensable to the legendary venue.
Joan Baez performs at Club 47 in Harvard Square, 1959
From a blog called Musical Urbanism by Leonard Nevarez
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Washington Street glistens in a 1958 rain
Washington Street downtown, modernized almost beyond recognition today, was, in an American way, at its visual zenith in 1958. The above photo, more than many, portrays the forward look that many American cities had bought into, the look that is the basis for the sentimental longing they evoke. Let's go to the movies.
Ava Gardner, 1958
The film playing at the Mayflower, The Naked Maja, was a tribute to a painting by the Spanish artist Francisco Goya. The piece features a nude brunette reclined, her hands behind her head. The film, shot in Italy over Spanish objections, is said to be a fictionalized account of aspects of Goya's life. Ava Gardner was said to be well cast in this foreign film, coming as it did on the heels of her breakup with Frank Sinatra and her weariness with all that was Hollywood. In fact, the movie was made right after her move to Spain to escape the media scrutiny she suffered at the time. The filmmaker, Giuseppe Rotunno,would shoot her next film, the better known On The Beach in 1959. And we won't even start to talk about the other movie on the marquee starring Eartha Kitt.
The Mayflower opened as The Modern Theater, the site of the first installed sound projection equipment in the country and the first theater to run double features. In 1949 it was renamed The Mayflower Theater which it held until December, 1978 when it reverted to its old name and showcased live theater such as David Mamet's American Buffalo. This turned out to be an unwise course of action and the Modern Theater closed forever in 1981.
Back to Boston in 1958, a year some cultural historians like to call a "banner year". While Ford's introduction of the Edsel flopped at the time, the prices they now command are astonishing. Bertrand Russell officially launched the Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament and Elvis Presley was converted into U.S. Private #53310761. Unemployment in Detroit was at 20 per cent, the highest of all American cities during the Recession of 1958. Yet it seemed everyone had cars. Many families owned two.
Cars on Worthington Street, off Huntington Av, facing Mission Hill in 1958
Courtesy of Boston City Archives
Veep Richard Nixon was received poorly in Caracas by anti-American demonstrators. The Beatles, as The Quarrymen, recorded their first record, a cover of Buddy Holly's "That'll Be The Day". Pizza Hut opened its first door. Bossa Nova was introduced in Rio by Joao Gilberto's Chega de Saudade. See the very tentative Girl From Ipanema, Gilberto's daughter Astrid sing. Crack open a Schaefer. But not on the orange green line!
Rounding the bend on Commonwealth Av at Brighton Av, Allston, 1958
Thanks to Cinema Treasures, IMDB, Turner Classic Movies, Barry Mann/Cynthia Weil and Boston City Archives.
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Henry Timrod, a poet from 19th century South Carolina, once said "Spring is a true Reconstructionist." Although not commonly heard as a metaphor for the season that truly cures Boston's Seasonal Affective Disorder, Timrod's words resonate this afternoon. It's 50 degrees--at least until tonight--and can acceptable weather be that far behind? Don't answer that.
This photo, sent to our facebook page a month ago by Eileen Hymans on her maiden voyage to DOB, captures the feeling of spring downtown at Tremont & Park in 1976. People are walking, brisk with purpose, adding a lilt to their struts. It feels good just to watch them.
The body self-reconstructs simply to rise to the decending warmth of the sun pervading our deprived skin and bones. We anticipate it's coming, but we are Dirty Old Boston so we know better. As local filmmaker Michael Bavaro (Rex Trailer, Filene's Basement) said just the other day, "We have passed the apex!"
Catch you 'round the corner. Meet me at Anna's for some iced coffee and people watching. Better days-a-coming. Trust me.
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No doubt about it. We've been repeatedly assaulted by Old Man Winter. More is predicted later this week even as we clean up after the latest ravaging. Time for a cliche. "Every cloud has a silver lining". John Milton coined the phrase 'silver lining' in Comus: A Mask Presented at Ludlow Castle in 1634. This silver lining came awhile ago as well--36 years actually--but we find it apropos. The lining comes in the form of this photo taken at the corner of Jones Road and George Avenue in the Beachmont section of Revere following the Blizzard of 1978. Never made the papers or the screen at the time, but this particular Kodak showcases the misery felt by many during that unforgettable time. May the back pangs feel lighter. May the snow removal devices remain unemployed. And may Spring get here already?
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Boston boasts the first subway system in the U.S. Although tiny next to New York's, we were first and this photo allows the imagination to picture the intense amount of labor it must have taken to get the thing built. Here we see its construction in motion at what is now Park Street Station, with no technology available to assist in the heavy lifting.
Yet on September 1, 1897, at 6 am, "over 100 people crowded onto the first train to travel through a tunnel under downtown Boston", according to Mass Moments. "More than 100,000 people would take the three-and-a-half minute trip that day. They were riding on the first subway line in the United States. After considering various alternatives to ease congestion on Boston's streets, city officials decided to follow the example of London, Glasgow, and Budapest and build an underground system. Within a year, passengers could get on and off the subway at Boylston Street, Park Street, Scollay Square, Adams Square, and Haymarket. In time, the route would be connected to the Boston Elevated Railway, creating the public transportation system that was the precursor to today's T."
While you are enjoying the pleasures of a slow jaunt out to Boston College from North Station on a single 8PM car, or standing in the windy cold of the Stony Brook tunnel waiting for the Orange Line, take a moment and think glowingly of those greater than yourselves, those who came before you and made your ride possible. And remember, this too shall pass!
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"One the one hand," say the economists, "the outlook appears sunny with all indicators leading to a robust year for investors, job-seekers and consumers. On the other hand.......".
Harry Truman had a quick and ready answer for these prognosticators who are as accountable as meteorologists: "Give me a one-handed economist," he'd say.
Boston has never had a one-handed economist, but it has had a one-handed drummer who was the personality behind the biggest area garage rock band other than Barry & The Remains. His name was Victor Moulton, better known as Moulty, and his band was called The Barbarians. Emerging from P-Town, they hit the scene just as long hair was coming into vogue on American males. And true to the times, their first single on Laurie Records was called "Are you a Boy or are you a Girl?" . They quickly followed it with a second single wherein Moulty talks about not giving up despite challenges while the band sings the chorus behind him. The song was simply called "Moulty" and after being released as a single, had the distinction of appearing later on Lenny Kaye's 1972 gatefold double LP called "Nuggets".
An animated Moulty bangs the drums quickly in this Boston Globe photo.
This writer was fortunate enough to catch The Barbarians at Irwin's Garden in Weirs Beach, NH during the summer of 1968 when they opened for Vanilla Fudge. Like the band Blue Cheer from the West Coast, they were louder than God and a real musical and visual treat for a teen into hard rockin'. While it is unlikely they will appear in concert again they can be seen performing in the mid-60s at the T.A.M.I (Teenage Awards Music International) Show, available on DVD and worth seeing if ever a 50 year old concert was.
So I'm saying this to all of you
All of you who think you'll never make it
All of you guys and girls
Cause you think you're so bad off
Or maybe you think you're
A little different or strange
So listen to me now
Cause I've lived through it all
Don't turn away
(You gotta keep on trying)
Don't turn away.
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Photo courtesy of the Cambridge Historical Society
Serving sauerbraten and schnitzel washed down with beers from around the world, the Wursthaus lasted 79 years as a Harvard Square institution. Located next door to The Tasty in the now demolished Read Block Building, it first opened in 1917 and was bought by Frank Cardullo in 1942. Cardullo is better known for his self-named gourmet shop located across from the Wursthaus which he opened in 1950.
Photo from CultureCheeseMag.com
By the mid 80s, the Wursthaus was clearing over $3 million a year but with the Red Line extension allowing riders to bypass Harvard Square altogether, the changing face of the area from a collection of funky one-off shops to the corporate landscape people complain of today, business began slowing. Coupled with an increase in health conscious diners, the meat and beer joint that had expanded from 50 to 500 seats suddenly fell out of favor with the masses. Cardullo filed for Chapter 11.
"There are certain restaurants, bookstores, and establishments that do a lot to define the special quality and tradition of the Square," said Derek Bok, former Harvard president at the time of its closing. "The Wursthaus is one of those establishments."
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There was a time when men were men, cars were cars, and the struggle for mastery by one over the other was dependent on the mood of either on any given day. That has all changed thanks to the fact that the car as become a computer on wheels, programmed and reset by trained technicians formerly known as mechanics. And we all know what has happened to men. Fried, dyed, and laid to the side, most men no longer master cars. Their cars master them.
Our DOB photo today takes a look back to a time when a man stepped up and mastered his machine come hell or high water. Such is the case with Eric Jamieson's dad, pictured above, who on one sunny day in 1950's Dorchester took charge. He had had it up to his eyeteeth with vehicular insouciance. Up he stepped with what many called the Universal Tool, the simple hammer, to have a heart to heart "chat" with his slippery servant. The results were not reported to this blog but we are almost certain that not once did Mr. Jamieson consult the Mr. Fix It Bible of the Era, Popular Mechanics.
We only hope that the car responded positively to the gentleman's suggestions.
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"I didn't like to kiss babies, though I didn't mind kissing their mothers" ... Pierre Trudeau
An ordinary day in perhaps the least acknowledged section of Boston, the neigborhood of Mattapan, where daily life is also lived. We can't be sure if these ladies are teenage baby-sitters or young mothers. Note the Town Talk Bread neon sign off duty in the store window which is reflecting Rico's Market across the street. Does Town Talk Bread exist today? Haven't seen it for years, in fact fell totally off the neurological back-up drive until the sign jarred memories long
dormant. The photo is 40 years old.
A little info on Mattapan for the uninitiated. Mattapan became a part of Boston when Dorchester was annexed in 1870. As of the 2010 census, it had a population of 36,480. Like other neighborhoods of the late 19th and early 20th century, Mattapan developed, residentially and commercially, as the railroads and streetcars made downtown Boston increasingly accessible. Predominantly residential, Mattapan is a mix of public housing, small apartment buildings, single-family houses, and two and three-family houses we call as triple deckers. The neighborhood is not without its brushes with greatness. Celtic Dana Barros is a native. Jazz writer Nat Hentoff, author of Boston Boy calls Blue Hill Av his place of origin. Conductor Leonard Bernstein and rapper Big Shug of Gang Starr are likewise products of Mattapan.
The only other fact we can share about this 40 year old photo is that it was taken well before the pooper scooper law took effect, making it an authentic DOB photo indeed. Meet me at Simco's.
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"Donuts. Is there anything they can't do?" ... Matt Groening, The Simpsons
The only thing they can't do is trim the waistline. For everyone who has done time in Allston as a student, vagabond, traveler or native, this indie donut hole, where Cambridge St and North Beacon split off in Union Square, is a well known landmark and has been around for longer than anyone seems to remember. We were unable to nail down the day it opened.
"If you're in the mood for a donut, .. go for the chocolate-glazed or something that has filling. When aiming for those flavors, Twin Donuts has never missed", reports Jake M at Foursquare.
"The number of times I went here while I lived in Union Square is pretty outrageous," confesses Carrie P out of the Windy City on Yelp. "Why..? Friendly staff, donuts are fresh, fast service and cheap prices. Not gourmet but worth popping in on a lazy morning or a quick drive-by on your way to work."
The classic store signage is a testament to Mid Century Modern sensibilities and belongs in the Dirty Old Boston Hall of Fame as a representative sample of local Googie Architecture.
One note of caution...It might be best to use the home facilities before visiting Twin Donuts.
"If you have to go .. you have to walk through the kitchen and down the sketchy stairs to the basement where there is no light in the room or bathroom", according to Neil A. in
Let's assume the light bulb has been changed. A visit to Allston without a stop at Twin Donuts is an incomplete DOB visit.
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Horse walks into a bar. Bartender goes, "Why the long face?"
The long and short answer for many Bostonians in 1996? "The Eliot Lounge is closed".
The Eliot Lounge opened up in the 30s after Prohibition. Those of a certain vintage may even recall an organ suspended above its bar. It was the kind of joint you go in for a beer and end up with a beating. For the longest time. Then in the early 70s, a 1956 Boston Marathoner by the name of Tommy Leonard began tending days. The spot became famous at its accessible location at the corner of Comm. and Mass because of this larger than life barkeep. Sports were a popular topic--after all the guy pouring was a runner--but the place ran on human energy, not a Soma-Tose line of drinkers staring at a screen. Marathoners stopped in after training and after the race. Sox pitcher Bill Lee, after losing Game 7 to the Reds in 75, famously said, "Don Gullett will go to the Hall of Fame and I will go to the Eliot Lounge".
While Tommy Leonard may have been known as a larger than life personality, he was reputed to be less exemplary producing exotic libations. The beer and shot combo favored by many a hard boiled bar stool owner was his specialty. To be fair to him, this was the beverage of choice. Those training for marathon running don't knock back high balls. Nevertheless, in its day, the lounge offered its patrons a variety of concoctions to which this 1947 menu will attest. Were they popular? No, but you could get them. Even the Boston original, the Ward 8, reported on previously in this blog.
"They wanted something a little more upscale," Eliot manager Doug Brown answered to all the 'whys' shouted in his direction. Upscale. The mantra of the age we live in. A mantra that began when brick was discovered behind plaster walls. When hardwood was found under linoleum and carpets. When restoration was a fresh idea to enhance what we already had and hadn't yet discovered. It started with all the right motives. But it did in Dirty Old Boston. And it killed the Eliot.
The Lounge's legacy is intact. Tommy Leonard has an overpass named after him. There are still many Marathoners, fans and regulars with stories to tell. The suspended organ may be the Greatest Generation's memory but for many Baby Boomers, Busters and Blank Generation types the Eliot Lounge had no match.
Thanks for filling in the holes to Charles Pierce and Alan Greenberg
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The very phrase Combat Zone evokes strong reactions among most locals over 30. Forbidden and irresistible simultaneously, the Zone was originally given its moniker in a series in the old Record American written by Jean Cole in the 60s. The term combat seemed to cover the character of the Zone as a neighborhood plagued by crime and violence, and as a popular destination for military personnel on liberty in the port of Boston. Following the decimation of the West End and the destruction of Scollay Square, what could a poor boy do except to head to the Combat Zone? There they could see what replaced the Old Howard Theater burlesque entertainers like Ann Corio. Now that poor boy could enjoy caged go-go dancers doing the frug, the pony, the monkey and the jerk in high energy performances made famous in classic B-movies of the 60s. But go-go came and went relatively quickly and was replaced by harder core strippers who provided much of the indoor entertainment at the Two O'Clock, The Teddy Bare and the Naked I. Prostitutes provided the rest.
Photo by MJ Wilson, MJWilsonPhoto.com
While there was a hue and cry to delete the Zone as a go-to section of town, there were those who took a more libertarian view toward the vice industry. These included such diverse politicians as Barney Frank and George Romney (Mitt's father) who believed vice to be essential to the growing convention business Boston was beginning to attract. Time wasn't on their side, no it wasn't. These days vice is a private affair and what was once the Combat Zone is pristine beyond belief to those who remember the Dirty Old Days. Chinatown couldn't be happier.
Wikipedia is helpful in providing some basics.
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"Get a haircut?"
" Nope. Got 'em all cut!"
That was now. But this is then. Back in 1976, what redblooded Bostonian male actually got a boy's regular? This was when pre-Travolta disco was peaking and before punk rock made short hair part of the Kill Hippies chant. Guys would show up at the hair care fair and come out looking primped, pimped and fluffy. Sporting wide collared flowered polyester shirts tucked into hip-hugging bells, these guys gave off a unisex vibe. Men did not always appear to be men. Nor did they appear to be Devo, but that's a subject for a different blog.
Constantine Manos' local photo captures the Unisex feeling in this photo taken in 1976 at a local Hair Care Fair. The customers, their cutters and the shop will remain anonymous.
Thanks to Galt MacDermot for the headline idea.
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A man's home is his castle as the old saying goes. But in South Boston Castle Island is often a man's home as it is a place to go for solace and socializing. Plus it offers sightseeing of all varieties. Castle Island really isn't an island at all, but a peninsula, at least since 1930 when people on streetcars desired to have one drop them off in dreamland. "Done, next?" replied the powers that were. And so it was.
For sheer beauty few urban spots top it in Boston. With Pleasure Bay serving as eye candy, a sandy beach and a calm lagoon into which one may dunk oneself, the island also serves as a historical "two if by sea" reminder with the imposing Fort Independence which was constructed for coastal defense, always on the lookout for dangers approaching by boat. File under Oases.
In Franklin Park one lazy afternoon a small group gathers to hear a lone saxophonist speak his piece through his reed instrument. We can't guess what tune he is interpreting. Perhaps it is simply a solo constructed around an imaginary set of chord changes. More than likely he is playing a melody known to those around him. Roll out those lazy hazy crazy days of summer. Those days of soda and pretzels and beer.
We call this Jazz On A Summer's Day in honor of the 1960 film of the same name directed by Aram Avarkian and dedicated to the 1958 Newport Jazz Festival that featured, among others, Thelonius Monk, Anita O'Day, George Shearing, Gerry Mulligan, Chico Hamilton, Louis Armstrong and Chuck Berry. Yes, Chuck Berry. The show went on so long that Mahalia Jackson's appearance did not happen until after midnight. Reissued and out there to see.
Thanks to Wikipedia for recalling each performer in the film. Thanks too for Googlability.
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They're all but gone now, the Internet Cafes of the world. Not that you no longer see the tribal non rhythms of large numbers of coffee-shop patrons interacting with the world but not each other. They just aren't called Internet Cafes anymore. For a brief moment in time, the idea of soaking up a coffee shop's heat, plumbing, electricity and good will while nursing a single overpriced cuppa joe was all the rage. And for about a buck an hour why not? It's better than nothing. It's clean, and almost free. And it's still going on albeit wirelessly.
Dirty Old Boston detectives have recently unearthed an amazing factoid. There was a time, nearly 70 years ago, when for .10 an hour one could rent a typewriter at South Station. Proof positive lies in today's photo. There they are, typing letters while waiting on a train. Charming in its quaintness and antiquity, this just goes to show either that people always need to communicate with those out of their range of vision or that people in crowds are not inherently interested in one another.
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Students from Dorchester's then Martin Luther King Middle School, now MLK K-8 school, ham it up for the cameras in this 1968 press photo sent to us without further identification. We are assuming, but do not have conclusive evidence, that UPI and AP cameramen were sent to the Roxbury, Dorchester Mattapan area to measure the reactions of Boston African Americans following the assassination of Martin Luther King on April 4, 1968. The kids have the look of kids just released from the school on 77 Lawrence Av, Dorchester. The trees appear to have begun blooming and it looks like early spring. As you'd expect with kids this age, they appear oblivious to the tragedy and are enjoying the media attention. The night following King's assassination was the night James Brown calmed the city down in what has become known as The Night James Brown Saved Boston.
"The harbor light shining through the breeze that brings me back..." Boz Scaggs
"I saw the harbor light...." The Platters
The famed photographer Arthur Griffin, for whom a museum exists in Winchester, captured the essence of Boston Harbor in this photograph which we believe to have been taken in the late 40's. This combination of light, steam, smoke and scenery has it all from a moment that will never again exist, taken by photographic technology now so rare, no one could replicate it. Savor the flavor. This was a quiet moment of glory for Dirty Old Boston.
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A night at the opera. Speaking as an operatic ignoramus, I'll say that opera for me is right up there with 70's Women's Music, Kenny G and Yanni. Yeah, I know, there's something there. It just ain't registering on these ears. But that's okay and people that enjoy it seem genuine.
But that's not the point here. What is the point is that in Dirty Old Boston, the Opera House once stood on Huntington Av directly across from Northeastern University's main campus. And it was there from 1909 through 1958. In fact the stretch of Huntington Av from the Boston Public Library out to the green of the Fens was once known as the Avenue of the Arts. The Opera House was funded by Eben Jordan, son of one of the founders of Jordan Marsh. The goal was to make Boston a player in the New York/European operatic "scene". And from all accounts the building was designed in the grand tradition of internationally acclaimed operatic institutions.
Unfortunately the untimely death of Jordan in 1916 led to it's takeover by J.J. Schubert in 1918. It was shortly thereafter that problems began. The Schubert organization saw the venue as a more universal performance center and brought in a variety of shows that were met with public acclaim. One of these shows was an actual circus that was opened on the stage of the Opera House. By 1940 the building was in need of repairs. After trying to sell it but finding no buyers, The Schubert organization struggled to book the house which was dark more often than lit, unlike their other venues such as the Schubert Theater and the Wilbur Theater, which had long term runs.
Structurally the building began to suffer, having been built on sandy soil. Northeastern University, already in an expansive period, wanted the land. The City of Boston wanted no part of it as a civic auditorium, so in the end Northeastern got it for a song in 1957. Northeastern made the Boston Opera House into a parking lot initially. All that's left of the Eben Jordan legacy today is the venue at the New England Conservatory known as Jordan Hall.
Thanks for vital information to Retro Boston Remembered
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And so it has come to this. What will our official state song be? And it is runoff between Jonathan Richman & The Modern Lovers' "Roadrunner" and Aerosmith's "Dream On", both early 70's 'local' hits. And how different they are in all ways.
Straight out the gate I'm-a-go with Richman. The tune is an ego-free stream of consciousness rave-up celebrating the simplicity driving around aimlessly, with the radio on, through a neon-inflected subterranean wonderland called Massachusetts where you roar by Stop & Shop in love with modern girls and rock & roll. With the power of the AM. Although a radio fan, Richman never compromised to get his own music on the radio. Jonathan Richman dresses like a regular guy and presents himself as an individualist unafraid to utter unique phrases that hold together as only he can make them do so. If you need further evidence see the lyrics to his classic Pablo Picasso. While you're at it, don't miss "New England", "Hospital" and "You're Crazy For Taking The Bus".
Why not Aerosmith's "Dream On" for Massachusetts' Official State Song? That the question even exists astounds me. "Dream On" is one of thee most wretched of the wretched Power Ballad genre, a form of rock and roll so tasteless that only the preening narcissists who shrieked them (shrieking ballads? WTF?) could believe in them. Their supporters at the State House must still be recovering from the same hangover that Aerosmith has. Tyler represents the most obscene of these cock-of-the-walk rock types, the type who can turn 60 and still dress and act like he's still 15, an unlikable 15, the Peter Pan of sellout rock. I won't bore you with the mundane lyrics, easily found here. Let's just gather his voters in a tribal circle to sing a resounding rendition of "Smoke On The Water". And stick with "Roadrunner" without a second thought. Please.
But hey. That's just me.
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I am alone,
Gazing 'cross the Back Bay to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I've built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
Don't talk of love,
But I've heard the words before;
It's sleeping in my memory.
I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
And the Internet both protect me
I am shielded by my Keyboard
Hide behind my screen
So out there yet unseen
I touch the keys and only they touch me
I am a rock
I am an island
Most of the lyrics by Paul Simon. A few were adapted to suit the moment. For Michael.
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Looking at the old entrance ramp to the Expressway, I'm struck by the low speed film catching relatively low speed cars driving up the ramp as though racing!. A cool pic. Hope viewers agree. But the thing that stands out here is the Edison billboard. It brings to mind how once upon a time in America, a blue collar kid (I'm confessing to being blue with white stripes) would strive to "Get On The Edison", "Get On the Gas", "Get On The Telephone Company", or any other semi public utility that got that kid a middle class job with a pension, health insurance, and a smattering of dignity. And thinking those days are really gone. And thinking how fortunate Boomers were at the employment gates, but not the military draft gates.....You all know the deal.
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"One man practicing sportsmanship is better than fifty teaching it." ... Knute Rockne
The Boston Garden was an arena designed by boxing promoter Tex Rickard, who also built the third iteration of New York's Madison Square Garden. It opened on November 17, 1928 as "Boston Madison Square Garden" (later shortened to just "Boston Garden") and outlived its original namesake by some 30 years. Located on top of North Station, a train station which was originally a hub for the Boston & Maine Railroad and is now a hub for MBTA Commuter Rail and Amtrak trains, the Garden hosted home games for the Bruins and Celtics, as well as rock concerts, amateur sports, boxing and pro wrestling card shows, circuses, and ice shows. It was also used as an exposition hall for political rallies such as the speech by JFK in November 1960. The Boston Garden was demolished in 1998, a few years after the completion of its new successor arena, the FleetCenter, which is now known as TD Garden.
Tex Rickard, the noted entrepreneur and boxing promoter who built and operated the third Madison Square Garden, sought to expand his empire by building a series of seven "Madison Square Gardens" around the country. Built at a cost of $10 million – over double the price for New York's arena three years earlier – Boston Garden turned out to be the last of the series, a decision fueled by high costs and Rickard's death in 1929. The Garden's first event was on November 17, 1928, a boxing card headlined by Dick Finegan's defeat of Andre Routis. The first team sporting event was held three days later, a hockey game between the Bruins and the Canadiens who won 1-0. Over 17,000 fans crammed into the stadium, with hundreds of late arrivals trying to gain access. Fights broke out between police and the surging crowd outside.
The Garden's hockey rink was undersized at 58.2 meters (191 ft) long by 25.3 meters (83 ft) wide, some nine feet shorter and two feet narrower than standard (200 feet by 85 feet/61 by 26 meters), due to the rink being built at a time when the NHL did not have a standard size for rinks. This size was even smaller than the original Boston Arena's standard-length 200 ft x 80 ft rink, still in use in the 21st century for college hockey with a new, widened 90 foot upgrade in 1995, as the Boston Arena was the first rink to host the Bruins in 1924-25. The differing setup of the players' benches being on opposing sides of the ice in the Garden, and its non-standard penalty bench locations, threw visiting players off their games. The smaller ice surface allowed the Bruins the opportunity to dump the puck in the offensive zone and then crush their opponents with checks along the boards. Its visitors' dressing room was notoriously small, hot, and underserved by plumbing.
Additionally the Garden had no air conditioning, resulting in fog forming over the ice during some Bruins' playoff games. During Game 5 of the 1984 NBA Finals, the 97-degree heat was so intense that oxygen tanks were provided to exhausted players.
Yet when all is said and done, far more, of course, being said than done, Boston Garden remains inexplicablly linked to DOB DNA in a most curious way. It's an emotional thing. And it's been gone 15 years!
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