(Father to a fast-moving toddler/ adoptive New Englander/ ChƩ fan at large Paul Kaufman currently makes it out of the house at night a couple of times a year, so they better count. This one did.)
In the future, Iāll have to contain the instinct to rile when I see current concert calendars loaded with bands you could have seen in the mid-ā70s: Pat Benatar, America, Kansas, James Taylor. Sure, most of this stuff is hurl-worthy, but I canāt pretend that nostalgia is of no interest to me.
What were the last three shows Iāve seen? Sonic Youth, Pavement, and now, Dinosaur Jr. True, the first of these is a band still actively exploring new territory, but the others werenāt. The Pavement show was one-off reunion of my favorite band of the ā90s, playing their classics. This Dinosaur Jr. show was an even more specific revisit to a place and time: late-ā80s Boston. āPlaying the album āBugā (1988) in its entirety!ā read the announcement. I bought a ticket the moment I saw the ad.
The show was at The Paradise Club in the student-centric Allston neighborhood, a few blocks and 22 years from the first time I had seen them. Back then, Dinosaur Jr. was the āitā band among the many Boston college radio stations, and they had joined the Ć¼bercool SST indie label, but I was lucky to catch them at a small place (āBunrattyās,ā now defunct, still notorious.