One night when living in the dorms, by some stroke of misfortune, I strayed from the usual cast of characters only to find that they, for once, had adventured into the basements of Allston. They detailed, this one Sunday in particular, one of the greatest nights, set to live music. Of course, I was nowhere to be found that evening.
I was mystified. Was it true? What kind of music, in Allston, was being produced, that could capture the hearts of your average, Lady GaGa-worshipping, college girls? The heroes of my musically disinterested friends? Bearstronaut.
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