Not the city. Not the baked beans. Not the strangler.
The rock and roll band.
These guys were the real deal. Don’t believe me? Here’s a little trivia for you: which band had the highest selling debut album in U.S. history? And please save yourself the embarrassment from your inevitable lame ass guesses like “Hanson” or “Lou Bega”. The answer is Boston and the number of albums sold = 17 million.
I’ll let that sink in.
But this band was cool for so many reasons other than the albums they peddled to hippies in the late 70’s. The first time they ever played New York City, they got to play Madison f’ing Square Garden. Their lead guitarist wrote the instrumental half of one of their best songs (Foreplay/Longtime) while attending MIT and recorded it in a studio he built in his own basement. Their lead singer, Brad Delp, had a classy-as-can-be man perm and an amazing mustache to boot (god rest his soul).
And to top it all off, this band wrote and performed one of the best drinking with your friends at the end of a Saturday night-I think I might get laid tonight-wait maybe not, but at least my friends are still here-shit…where did they go-oh god, there they are-man, I’m so wasted songs ever:
Clap along at home if you know this one (and don’t be afraid of the mustache, ladies…it won’t bite…much).