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

Aug 30

Ska punk matinee & Jerry’s return from the dead at Midway Cafe.

Sep 3

Triplestack in Rat City, USA.

Trash Sound Conglomerate / Static Friction / Taken By Vultures / Bad Idea USA

Sep 8

Another trash-themed band in Rat City, USA.

Sep 9

Maya Ongaku, straight outta Japan!

Sep 12

Moon Over Salem takes over Witch Town.

Hack the Planet: Hackers celebrates 30 Years

Sep 12

30th anniversary of Hackers explodes with screening, celebs, and A/V bonanza.

Sep 17

Ask to see Bambara’s birthmarks.

Sep 19

The 4th Wall celebrates its 22-month anniversary at Capitol Theater.

Sep 20

Matinees are folk punk rock!

Sep 23

A quadruple stack of pre-post punk.

Oct 11

Who let the dogs out at Midway Cafe?

Battlemode, Mercy Ruin, Ultra Deluxe, Jade Weapon, and nicoteens

Oct 18

An indie sampler at Warehouse XI.

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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