Jabberbob does something at Cantab Lounge on Friday, 16 May 2025.

Riffindots and Max Weigert open the triplestack EP release show.

Ace the Quiz, Win the Tix

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Hump Nights

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Ace the Quiz, Win the Tix 〰️ Hump Nights 〰️

Hump Nights

May 31

Maine backwards at Jamaica Plain’s favorite dive. Don’t miss this!

Rent Strike / Dirty Harry / The Michael Character / Justin Arena

Jun 5

A rent strike sounds like a pretty good idea at Deep Cuts.

Jun 7

The Big Lonesome release show with a ton of special guests!

Jun 12

A portrait of a music business pioneer who can’t stop hustling.

Declaw / Husbands / Not Milk / Office Hours

Jun 16

A quadruplestack of rock in Rat City, USA.

Raspberry Pie / Battlemode / Koji Kompote Band

Jun 17

Raspberry Pie: The Tokyo Summer Tour comes to Boston!

Bottom Bracket / Clipboards / Oldsoul / Trash Rabbit

Jun 26

Rock n roll fourstack extraordinaire at Deep Cuts.

Jun 28

The legendary documentary about the legendary rock n roll band.

Jun 29

Matinees are punk rock at Midway Cafe.

Hump Nights

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Ace the Quiz, Win the Tix

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Hump Nights 〰️ Ace the Quiz, Win the Tix 〰️

Jabberbob

While the Celtics were dying an ignominious death on the jumbo television upstairs at Cantab Lounge, a night of live and local music, blissfully unaware, unfolded in the Underground last Friday.

The release of Jabberbob’s EP I Don’t Have To Do Anything was a cause for celebration. And the number of musicians in the Jabberbob ensemble was a cause for wonder. Maybe nine or ten? I’ve been to my share of shows with less bodies in the audience, never mind the stage. Jabberbob enjoyed a full house.

The extra hands were needed to realize the vision of Jacob Baron, the singer/songwriter behind the headlining act, whose piano-driven compositions sweep up the loose debris of jazz, chamber pop, soul, and funk into the same musical dustpan. No notes left behind.

Opener Max Weigert set an interactive tone early with a singalong inspired by his experience teaching toddlers, and the polylinguist Riffindots picked up the baton with an act that skated the line between Dadaist standup routine and standard-issue folk rock. Earrings were for sale at the merch table. I didn’t win the raffle. We all filtered upstairs at the end of the show to learn that the Celtics’ reign as league champions had come to a sad conclusion.

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