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-- Gary Shane of Shane Champagne
I remember the Moving Parts playing Cantone's in the winter of '78 for a Frenzy magazine benefit. The front two legs of my Fender Rhodes piano (which also had my Farfisa Combo Compact Organ balanced on top) was supported by two coffee cans. Midway through the set I hit a big final chord for one of our songs and the whole rig came crashing down. Five minutes later we were back in commission and miraculously nothing broke.
A few months later, I remember playing Cantone's again on a bill with the Molls, Brighton's other art rock band. After the gig, we decided to leave some of our gear there and pick it up the following day. I met up around lunchtime with their electic bassoonist Billy Lostland and we decided to sample their cuisine since during the day it was an Italian restaurant. The food was average at best and catered to the downtown suit crowd.
Cantone's was by far one of the seediest clubs I've ever endured and I always loved the two separate room theory. The bathrooms were the rankest around and roaches (the ones with legs) were a very common sight. Along with the many local shows I caught there, I also recall seeing the Troggs perform on the miniscule stage which was a truly bizarre experience. What this '60s chart-topping band from England was doing there is anyone's guess!
-- Erik Lindgren of the Moving Parts*
Source:E-mail message, August 6, 2002
-- Steve Morse, Boston Globe, September 11, 1980
-- John O'Neill, Worcester Phoenix, March 13, 1998
When word got out that Vancouver-based D.O.A. was scheduled to play Cantone's, you knew the outcome would be disastrous. And with only two days of publicity, Cantones was oversold. As soon as D.O.A. took the stage slammers began to take position on the club's booth-seats. Lead vocalist/guitarist Joey Shithead needed only to scream "Ronald Reagan, you're fucked up," hit the first few notes to "Fucked Up Ronnie," and the club started falling apart in a fiery frenzy of slam dancers. The tiles were literally ripped down from the ceiling and in a matter of two minutes Cantones was filled with asbestos dust.
In a rage, Teddy Cantone, the club's owner, tried desperately to shut down the show, but for the time being failed as D.O.A. blitzed into their second and final song of the night, "The Enemy." Several minutes later the Boston Police Department sent everyone home.
-- Shred of WBCN-FM
-- Sal Baglio of the Stompers
I really like the picture of Cantone's that appears at the top of this page. If you think you have a better one, though, we'd love to hear about it. So far, I haven't run across a picture of the interior in our archive. -- Alan Lewis, August 19, 2002
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