4–26-08 The Paradise, Boston, MA poster by David Singer

4/26/08 Moonalice poster by David SingerApril 26, 2008 The Par­adise, Boston, Massachusetts
Moon­al­ice poster by David Singer

Accord­ing to Moon­al­ice leg­end, the tribe fled Boston in the early 19th cen­tury. This depar­ture, long unex­plained, is notable because Boston had long been a major cen­ter for the Moon­al­ice tribe, which played a huge role at the Boston Tea Party (see Moon­al­ice His­tory for Nov 1, 2007) and Bunker Hill. Then they all hit the road, begin­ning in 1820. No one knew why … until now.

The band did some research and dis­cov­ered a likely expla­na­tion for the tribal exo­dus: the lev­el­ing of Bea­con Hill. Any­one who has spent time in Boston recently knows that Bea­con Hill fea­tures a whole lot of expen­sive real estate, but not much ele­va­tion. This was not always the case. There used to be a real hill there, until the city decided to use the dirt of Bea­con Hill to fill in the marshes in what is now Hay­mar­ket Square. What the city fathers did not real­ize at the time was that Bea­con Hill was way more than a hill. It was a Moon­al­ice bur­ial mound. (For an expla­na­tion of Moon­al­ice bur­ial mounds, see the His­tory for April 15, 2008). The Moon­moth­ers of ancient Boston had mighty big bongs, which accounted for the height of the Hill. The tribe was so thor­oughly dis­mayed by the city’s wan­ton dis­re­gard for Moon­al­ice cus­tom that it aban­doned the area for nearly 200 years. It turns out that the tribe didn’t stay away because of unre­solved emo­tional issues. Nope. The expla­na­tion is much sim­pler. The tribe sam­pled so much of its own crop that it just for­got to go back. We hate it when that happens.

So Moon­al­ice (the band) returned to Boston this day for its sec­ond visit in four months. It was the last show of a ten-show run with Jack and we cel­e­brated with an extra help­ing of Howl­ing Mon­key. Yowzah! We may never come down!!!

By the way, the National Weather ser­vice reports that the odds of an indi­vid­ual being struck by light­ning over the course of an 80-year life are 1 in 3,000. The prob­a­bil­ity of being struck twice in a life­time is 1 in 9 mil­lion. Ignor­ing the odds, we played two dif­fer­ent “Light­ning” songs in the same night. Who says music can’t change the world?


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