By angryboomer on Mon, Feb 4, 2008 11:00 pm
Memo to self: drop friend who said go see moe, you'll love 'em. Went Saturday night. Drunken community college dropouts, most wearing Patriots jerseys. Band comes on, three chords, no rhythm, zero creativity. If Celine Dion were a group of grungy 40-somethings who can't play their instruments, she would be moe. Crowd ecstatic, legless. Left after four "songs." Alley out back of the Orpheum never smelled so sweet.