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The Dropkick Murphys @ The Hollywood Palladium 2/20/09

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The dress code for a punk show has not changed in about thirty years. It is also a very simple one to follow: when in doubt, wear black. Black pants, black shirt, black shoes, black hair, black eyeliner, and a black tongue ring and you're good to go. With the exception of a Dropkick Murphys show in which case green is the new black. The Hollywood Palladium was lit up in green lights which reflected off the Murphy fans' Celtics jerseys fans with a sort of ominous glow. Almost everyone in the place was wearing Boston regalia, be it Celtics jerseys, Red Sox caps, Patriots jackets, and the occasional Bruins jersey. And why not? This was after all the Dropkick Murphys All Roads Lead to Boston tour.

Although I was a little concerned that some fool would yell out "Go Lakers!" in ill-timed hometown pride. Because these esteemed patrons of the Dropkick Murphys were not going to take any shit from anyone. They were drunk, they were beefy, and they were itching to stomp anyone who even mentioned the word Kobe. I had this terrible vision of some fan being dragged off and maimed for talking about the Kobe beef burger he had for lunch.

Do I exaggerate? Maybe a little, but there is a very thin line between having pride in your town and your heritage and having disdain which may manifest into great loathing for anyone who isn't. Which is not to say that the Dropkick Murphys themselves have any sort of prejudice or hatred in their music. They don't. They've combined Irish sea shanties , bagpipes, and punk music into a ferocious, delicious, hard hitting sound. But and here's the but...when you're around hundreds of Bostonians chanting "Go Red Sox!" and stomping their feet for no apparent reason at a punk check whatever pride you have in your hometown at the door and shut up.