What a fucking night! Copious amounts of cran-vodka with Ocean Spray in a Double Gulp, crowds of people itching to get their rock on, and electrifying music sending sparks of insane intensity shooting through my veins. Tonight was the night The Donnas barreled into Boston, kicking ass and breaking hearts in the process. I haven’t been rocked this hard since the last time they pounded their way through Bean Town. They completely melted my face.
Having spent the entire ride to the Bank of America Pavilion blasting anthemic hit after anthemic hit from The Donnas‘ library of lust, Lord Dan Goldberg and myself were chomping at the bit for a sweet-ass time that only The Donnas could provide.
They began their unjustly short set with the title track from one of their epicly bitchin’ albums. You may have heard of it. It’s called Bitchin’, and it fucking rocks. With only enough time for like 5 or 6 songs, the ridiculously talented ladies spent every second of it cramming the rock, that is their art, down the throats of the motley crue that had assemble to see them, Blondie and Pat Benatar.
Brett Anderson (dawning a rather kick-ass Misfits shirt) belted out heavenly vocals that had my heart soaring straight to Asgard. Allison Robertson (sassy as ever) shredded the shit out of that guitar of hers, no joke. Maya Ford (the vociferous Valkyrie) hurled driving bass lines through my soul. Filling in for the thunderous Torry Castellano was Amy (who’s last name remains a mystery to me). Amy nailed every song like she’d been playing for them from the start. Great fucking job sistah!.
Their set list included (in no particular order) Bitchin’, Wasted, Fall Behind Me, Perfect Stranger, Get Off and Better Off Dancing. The highligt of the evening, and a moment that will forever be burned in my brain, was their last song of the night; Take It Off. My buddy and I had been head-banging ourselves into oblivion throughout their set, trying desperatly to get them to notice us. Right before they began the song, Brett announced to the audience “This last one goes out to those two dudes, way back there!”. HOW FUCKING AWESOME IS THAT!!!! We would like to send our most heartfelt thanks to Brett, Allison, Maya and Amy. You gave us the night of a life time, and we eagerly await your return to the Boston area. Until then, we shall be sucking down the Schlitz, cranking your tunes, as well as continuing to be the Rock And Roll Machines that you’ve turned us into!