Fat History Month is the real deal. They’re a model for how all DIY bands should behave in this world. They are one of the most hard working bands around, regularly touring, recording and giving back to the local scene that supports them. One thing I noticed right away about the Allston duo is that their credo is matched by their music in extreme sincerity. It is out rock for sure but they somehow make themselves totally accessible to everyone in the room, even in the midst of pervasive guitar and drum exploration. The two dudes behind this cool pursuit play together as if they were one. Their tunes are a mix of wildly raucous rock and roll, beating good vibes into you with perfectly calculated yet seemingly spontaneous hits, and introspective spacey noise that reminds you to get a little “me” time in. So stay in touch with yourself and stay in touch with your friends, listen to Fat History Month! Catch them February 29th @GG’s, details under Chosen Shows in the sidebar…
Bodies of Water Shows
Boston Compass
They are playing tonight @ wacky kastle too I think?
they sure are! last minute addition.. also under chosen shows
Wow. Wow. I am still feeling the afterglow from the show @ wacky kastle Saturday night. Amazing? Yes. Mindblowing? Yes, mind was blown. Saying it was better than sex still doesn’t really get to the bottom of it… there’s only one experience I can think of that really compares:
On a small island near Vis, Croatia, there is a sea cave called the Blue Grotto; I was there at around 11:00AM in the early summer on a day with a large swell, waves that were probably about 8 feet from crest to trough. You aren’t normally allowed to swim there, someone from the Croatian equivalent of the park service normally charges a fee to bring tourists through in a smal l boat, but because the cave entrance is very small (about 8-10 feet high, the same size as the waves) they had gone home due to the waves that day.
I jumped out of our boat and started swimming towards the opening — from the sea, you can’t really tell how deep it goes, you can only see the opening. The waves were a little intimidating once I got into the opening itself — when each wave washed out, the rocky cave floor would be partially exposed, and then when the next wave came in, it would fill the cave almost all the way to the ceiling… I kept getting rammed into the rocks by the sloshing water in the entrance passage, until I grabbed onto a couple of handholds on the side and hung there waiting for my friends to catch up. My beautiful Croatian friend Ivana saw me stopped there in the entrance and yelled “Keep going, keep going!”
I realized the longer I held onto the rocks in the entrance, the more smashed up I was going to get, so I released them and kept swimming down the narrow passage as it got darker and darker, until the passage turned to the side and the waves subsided. As I turned the corner, I saw it — the blue grotto, the most beautiful thing I have seen in my life. A large chamber, rounded, perhaps 60 feet across and with a vaulted ceiling 30 or 40 feet high, and deeper underwater, lit up entirely in a bright, ghostly electric blue coming from the water. Closed to the air, there is an opening underwater to the outside where, at about that time every day, sunlight from outside reflects off the bottom of the sea and up into the cave.
It’s like God looked at how Michelangelo engineered the shafts of light to come down inside St. Peter’s Basilica, and said “oh, that’s cute, let me show you what a REAL cathedral looks like.” It was like being on another planet or living in a different life, a kind of life that is beautiful on an entirely different level than the everyday New England grind. I had to leave after a few minutes — swimming isn’t allowed and I don’t want to be the foreign dick breaking the rules all day.
Anyways, the Fat History Month concert was a lot like that. There were some scary waves that seemed like they could hurt you at times, and the whole thing felt like it might be just a little bit illegal or against the rules, but if you ignored the doubts and just went with it, you could be transported again to the other world… a world where feelings and emotions that usually stay hidden are amplified, where all the norms and masks come off and for that brief moment you feel something pure, undiluted, raw, real.