And that girl ain’t nothing but the blue plate crab special at Woodman’s in Essex, Mass… or What We Did On Our Summer Vacation
And we’re back from our seaside jaunt, where the 20th anniversary of the Beastie Boys’ monumental Paul’s Boutique was commemorated on July 25th at Woodman’s in scenic Essex, Massachusetts.
Woodman's Clam Plate
Now it’s time to put on our pedantic little territorial prick hat (hint: it’s navy blue with a red Olde English ‘B’ on the front). The line which quoted in the title of this post – it’s listed in the printed lyrics of “Hey Ladies” yet never actually recited in the song – is actually completely factually, culturally, and gastronomically inaccurate. Woodman’s doesn’t serve crab, Ad Rock. It’s not Baltimore, chief – we do clams. And beefs. With your roots, you should know that.
That said, No Sleep ‘Til Brooklyn – truer words have never been spoken. And get well, MCA.
“Send a bag of shit to the Arbitron Research Bureau” – Duane Ingalls Glasscock
WBCN, The Rock Of Boston, is off the air. Even though you sucked for the last 15 years, ‘BCN, you will be missed.
Check out Bill Lichtenstein’s excellent tribute to ‘BCN’s heyday and keep track of (and help support) the production of “The American Revolution”, an upcoming documentary on the impact of the early days of the station and, by extension, free-form FM radio and the counterculture as it was four decades ago.
But it’s a sad day, regardless.
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August 12, 2009 at 1:21 PM
Really crazy, in that Boston.com article no mention of the guy that ran that place through the seventies, eighties and nineties – Oedipus. Guy left, the place started to reallly reallly fuckin suck. New PD was a guy Dave Wellington, pounded it into the ground. I went to Oedipus’ retirement party and got really really lit, and yelled at Bradley J (Huckins – brother was the weirdo English teacher at the Prep, Phil).
August 12, 2009 at 1:45 PM
I think Oedipus started in ’78 or ’79, which was around when they started focusing more on New Wave bands and, like, The Nails. Somewhere, I have Oedipus hosting John Lydon and Bob Mould in the spring of ’89 on tape. John kept on screaming “What a show, Octopussy – Rotten and Mould!” I think he was drunk.
Phil Huckins was Bradley J’s brother? No shit. I remember seeing Chaahls L. on the 3rd floor of Brother Benjamin Hall after school one day, though. Nice beard.