Dropkick Murphys, Bruce Springsteen to play Fenway Park on May 29

You have a real chip on your shoulder about this. It's almost as if you refuse to recognize the hardscrabble streets of Milton, Mass. as the poverty-stricken center of [sub]urban decay and despair that they really are while punching down on those who lifelong goal is to [finally] move out of their parents' house and a find refuge in Hingham.

Give the survivors of white flight some credit, at least they found a way to make some money off of manufactured nostalgia inside the shrine to all things sentimental of the generation that peaked in 1967. Hard to do since the building is usually crowded with those who've made paying attention to a boring game a lifestyle but at least they're willing to put their name out there year in year out. Because if there's one thing seared into the memory of a has-been, it's knowing how to be a useful, somewhat recognizable but not really name for when absolutely nobody else is available, regardless of how long ago their act was worn out and tired.

And now I'm going to have to add James Taylor to my list of people who I used to crap on but came through in a pinch, I'm looking at you St. Guy Fieri, and who'll I'll cease to publicly disparage, but given my choice of things, I will be neither buying a ticket nor crowding Lansdowne St. during one of his inevitable summer appearances because I'm just not a fan and it's my choice not to, something I'd share with anyone else who's currently fretting about a self-promoting artist/businessman who's made a living off of selling an entertaining blue collar fantasy based in a city that is definitely not.

Springsteen actually addressed that directly in his Broadway show (now can be seen on Netflix). "You know all those songs I wrote about cars? I wrote those when I didn't even have a driver's license. Al those songs about the working man? I never had a steady job in my life. Until now. I don't like it. (big audience laugh). THAT's how good I am.".