Rob Azevedo

Central grads: ‘Be kind, be diligent and be patient’ but mostly, be kind – especially during these trying times

Saturday, June 27, 2020 Rob Azevedo 0

In truth, today I’m not just a reporter but I’m also a proud parent of one of the graduates, my daughter Danielle. I can say that I’m no more proud of my daughter graduating with the Class of 2020 than I was when she finally let go of my hand without crying and walked herself into kindergarten (on the fifth day) at Smyth Road School. Thirteen years ago. READ MORE

Hundreds come together at Stark Park in unity, emotions raw ‘to overrun the haters with love’

Wednesday, June 3, 2020 Rob Azevedo 2

A community vigil at Stark Park became an emotional and peaceful journey, and a call for healing and justice for all. READ MORE

Granite State of Mind

So, how will WE save you from this dark and stormy night?

Monday, June 1, 2020 Rob Azevedo 0

As the nation rages tonight, as the President threatens Martial Law, as a mother mourns a son and a virus eats away at a population with 40 million unemployed, rest easy, my friends, because you are in good hands. READ MORE

‘We’ve been running too hot, world wide. Now, we’ve been silenced. For now. But not forever’

Thursday, April 23, 2020 Rob Azevedo 1

The last thing I remember before the virus took hold, I was standing on stage at the Rex Theatre with a herd of others, belting out the chorus to the Rolling Stones “Satisfaction” during the encore. READ MORE

Hungry like a Wolf: The day I transcended my lackluster high school football dreams

Thursday, April 9, 2020 Rob Azevedo 0

A ceiling of steel-colored clouds greeted me on the morning of my transcendence. This was to be no ordinary day. The challenge I had imposed upon myself finally arrived. And for the first time since adopting the READ MORE

Culture

Coronavirus made me the Delilah of local music radio, and I liked it

Thursday, March 26, 2020 Rob Azevedo 1

Each caller was candid about how they’re managing life during the musical drought inspired by the Coronavirus. Some were more upbeat than others. Some hid the despair better than others. And some just didn’t give a fuck. Instead of taking a mental pounding from the fear and consternation, they just started writing new songs, they said, peeling through the unfinished numbers and piecing that shit together. Hit the ground running with a new bag of tricks when life resumes, which, by all indications by our President, you’ll be back to work before the big spike hits. READ MORE

It’s the working musicians that are living the true nightmare

Friday, March 20, 2020 Rob Azevedo 0

A working musician, unlike other musicians with full-time jobs, are the ones who’ve thrown caution to the wind and listened to their muse, believed in it, followed it, believed in their own craft, in themselves, believed in you, the listeners, hoping that you would believe in them and help keep the dream alive. And the bills paid. READ MORE

Smooth and melodic with hints of redemption drizzled in pain: Catch Zoe Boekbinder March 27 at Jupiter Hall

Friday, March 6, 2020 Rob Azevedo 1

Zoe Boekbinder doesn’t need to listen to music to be a musician. Sounds odd, right? Not really if you think about it because with all the music going on inside Zoe’s head, well, there just isn’t room enough for any outside distractions or influence. READ MORE

Coronavirologists be damned, I just can’t bring myself to be a fist-bump chump

Tuesday, March 3, 2020 Rob Azevedo 0

And the hot topic this week being the Coronavirus, well, I figured I should stop watching videos on Facebook of my friends playing music in bars and educate myself on this deadly disease that seems to be a sneeze away from killing me. READ MORE

Unraveling my braided brain with a good read, and counting the days til Spring

Tuesday, February 18, 2020 Rob Azevedo 0

I turn to this book sometimes when the mud is stuck wet and hot between my ears. During the end of this bitter season, I find myself struggling to say the simplest of words, turning a phrase, completing a sentence. Can’t seem to capture a thought. I have it, I have it, then it’s gone. Everything sounding like a car wreck coming off my tongue. A mish-mash of mispronunciations. READ MORE