Men like Eddy Boston are as rare as shooting stars, and just as intelligent. My friends, we can never comprehend how fortunate we are to live in a time when such a man is present. Women have been known to swoon when confronted by his vast talents. And he’s a pretty good musician, too.
Yet we must stop and ask ourselves, who is this Eddy Boston? Where did he come from? Is he a gift from heaven? A visitor from a superior planet? Or can it be, can it possibly be he’s merely one of us, a fellow human being? To these questions, we are doomed forever to wonder. Some experts believe he is from Medford, MA, and he’s been sighted at various venues in the Boston area, such as The All Asia Bar in Central Square, The Skybar in Somerville, and The Skellig in Waltham. Eddy’s music spans the genres, from dumb to really dumb. He makes us laugh, he makes us cry, he makes us hungry.
In the man’s own words:
If it weren’t for my stupidity, I’d be some kind of genius.
yo, mi piace la tua nuova canzone. mi piace come finisce il ritornello: tipico dello stile di eddy boston. la aggiungo al mio space. oh, allora ci vediamo dopo l'estate? ciao amico canadese.
sorry that i was debbie downer yesterday, ed. you, too, are one of my favoritest friends - thanks to you and christine for throwing a great party, and putting a smile on my face! :o) hope to see you soon!
okay, so a bad day at work where i seem to be pissed at everything (obviously not like me to act this way)...BUT..."baked potato" made me smile. but where's the aardvark dance thingie? - you need a video. anywho, you rock and i hope you're still playing wherever you are. good tiddings -diana
Ciao! I really couldn't fight the gravitational pull of MySpace. Eddy Boston and my other favorites musicians are here. When will you post, "Fine, Fine, Fine?"
I do hate myspace, I hate the fact that I don't get a choice whether I can listen to music or not I am forced and as my computer is so f**king shit it takes 12 years before I can stop the bloody thing! Its alright for yours its a nice melody of you singing its when its loud effing ska or blood-metal (new genre I just invented!) that I get annoyed specially when hung-over or just awake or trying to be quiet as it is 01:00 in the morning! Anyway where are you? When you coming back? Also what the f**k is your picture? Is it an armadillo.... smooth on the inside and crunchy on the outside?! xxx
