This week, Phillyist saw the waters of a landmark fountain run red for a Showtime marketing stunt, the Phils pull ahead, and some serious nostalgia. They also got a chance to review an awesome tribute album, reminded folks to see the King and appreciated their beautiful skyline. Chicagoist knows what it's like to like the Cubs. But naming your kid Wrigley Fields? At least they can breathe a little easier now that Grossman's out and...
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This week the music world turns its gaze to the party they call SXSW. A number of local bands are hitting the scene in hopes that it will propel them to some worldwide tour – or at least help them get out of that "garden level" apartment in Medford. While some eyes turn south to Texas where an immigration debate runs wild the US immigration policy has taken a toll on the local concert...
Bostonist gave a little squeal of "Oh no she didn't!" when Natalie Portman's odious Sam, in last year's more odious Garden State, cites Lyle Lovett as an ugly dude who bagged a hottie with his 1993 marriage to Julia Roberts. (PS. Boston-area media: stop citing Portman-who really inspires awful copy from drooling men-as a celeb Boston can be proud of. Just because she went through 4 years at Harvard meant that some hard-working kid who lacked the connections, cash, or film career to get in didn't get in. So whatever to her SAT scores.) If "Sam" had seen Lyle Lovett live, or knew how he's written scathing, hilarious songs, she would've shut up about his percieved "unattractiveness." Because Lyle Lovett has fantastic hair and he can write a kick-ass song, from the early "God Will" to "That's Right (You're Not From Texas)" (And for the last one, he leaves his "girl from Georgia" on the side of the highway for daring to ask "How come you're always going on/about that lone star state?", all of this delivered in a jaunty western swing tune.) Bostonist has seen him 4 times live and he always puts on a show. One show, a drunken woman yelled out at one point, "I love you Lyle!" when he was delivering a monologue about how he wasn't popular with the ladies in high school and he replies, with perfect timing, "Where were you when I needed you?" A country iconoclast who writes lovely songs, give Lyle a chance. (and unemployed Bostonist free tickets?) He's at The Bank of America Pavilion, aka Harborlights, and it's on the banks of the harbor where the descent of night is a pretty show. If you're too poor for Harborlights, Bostonist recommends going there anyways and listening to the sounds coming out of the tent. You can chill out on the bench in front of the houseboat and have a good time-bring some wine and it's a hot date-all the same, whether it's at Lyle Lovett, Elvis Costello on Saturday, or maybe when uber-dreamy geek Clay Aiken comes to town.
