When I went back to Boston a few weeks ago to write up the Rock ‘N’ Roll Rumble Final for the Dig, I didn’t realize that it was near the end of the week that began with the Boston Marathon. The Marathon is weird. I’ve talked about this before. I’ve gotten in fights with people about my stance on the whole #BostonStrong campaign. Doesn’t change the fact that my feelings about a tradition I really, truly love are a big ol’ mess.
Thankfully, I have a friend like Nick Murphy in my life who comes from a similar place. Nick is like my brother; we met when he was in a band in Boston and I was writing about bands in Boston, and became best friends in that amorphous mass of crazy people really quickly. Our families have a lot in common in that we’re both the offspring of passionate, absurd Irish people with ridiculous Boston accents and a loyal streak an ocean wide. I grew up in Winchester and he grew up around Worcester, but it doesn’t change the fact that I can make a Kelly’s Roast Beef joke and he gets it when other people in the room don’t.
ANYWAYS. Nick likes riding bikes, and I met Doug through Nick. The two have fast become great friends as well—their bands, Velah and The Field Effect, share bills together from time to time—and they love bikes just as much as they do music. They rode the famed Midnight Ride on the eve/early morning of the Boston Marathon this year, and I asked them to walk me through their trek. We got way deeper than any of us anticipated in the process, and I wrote all about it for Consequence of Sound's Aux Out.