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The Movie Loft PodcastAuthor: Tony, Phil, Thom
The Movie Loft Podcast features three Boston boys, Tony, Phil and Thom, in an old barn loft talking about '80s movies and memories. The name and premise is also a nod to a titular Boston institution, The Movie Loft, featuring Dana Hersey, which ran on WSBK TV-38 throughout our formative years. This project started as an excuse to capture our conversations for posterity. Highlighting a different movie in each episode, we revisit some long forgotten memories, and in the process weave together a documentary of our salad days. The point of this show is not to walk anyone through a movie scene by scene - were well aware youve been watching these flicks for decades. The aim is to discuss our deep appreciation for what it took to get each picture made, where we were when we experienced them, and how theyre a part of the zeitgeist of their times. Sure, we have some opinions, maybe even a few hot takes, but were really just here for your entertainment. Hopefully youll finish each episode feeling like you had a seat at our table. Language: en-us Genres: Film History, TV & Film Contact email: Get it Feed URL: Get it iTunes ID: Get it |
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The Malden Chronicles — Robbin' Hood Trees Remix
Sunday, 30 November, 2025
Send us a text'Twas the week before Christmas, when all through our houseNot a creature was stirring, not even that big mouthOur stockings were hung by the chimney with careIn hopes that the MPD would stay in the SquareThe renters were nestled all snug in their bedsWhile visions of alchy bums danced in their headsAnd mummy in her Star Market smock and I in my head spin hatHad just settled our brains for a long winter's napWhen out on the lawn there arose such a clatterI sprang from my bed to see what was the matterAway to the window I flew like a flashTore through the plastic and threw up the sashThe moon on the breast of the new-fallen snowGave a lustre of midday to objects belowWhen what to my wondering eyes did I seeBut a rented U-haul and my brotherly thievesWith their friend Paul as the driver so lively and drunkI knew in a moment this was more than a funkMore rapid than eagles these coursers they cameAnd one whistled, and shouted, and gave them all aim To the top of the porch and to the back driveway wallNow stash away! Stash away! Stash away all!As leaves that before the wild hurricane flyIf police should appear, they'll slip away slySo up to the back of the house the coursers they flewWith a truck full of trees, and all those wreaths tooAnd then, in a twinkling, I heard all the proofThe prancing and pawing of each Chippewa bootAs I drew in my head, and was turning aroundDown Spring Street came the throngs with a boundThey weren't dressed in furs, but heard something afootAnd their money was crisp as in our hands it was putDeparting with a bundle of pine they had flung on their backBought from the neighborhood peddlers open round backTheir eyes—how they twinkled! Their dimples, how merry!Their cheeks were like roses, their noses like a cherry!Their droll little mouths drawn up like a bowWhile bolt cutters and work gloves lay muddied in snowHeld was the stump of a lead pipe tight in his handsTo make them believe the trees were shorn from our own Robbin' Hood landSome even sold by a broad with a slim little faceOur mother the matriarch known to put all in their placeThe chubby and plump, the blind and the deafAnd we'd chuckle when at our back door she'd offer a right or a leftAs occasionally with a wink of an eye and a tilt of a headSome renters were left on sidewalks thought to be deadJamie spoke not a word, but went straight to his workKnocking out redwood Big Bob; without even a smirkNow back to the telling of our story at hand, the one of the boys selling trees minus the brand Rarely giving a wave, from the peak of back porch stairsKnowing the close shave averted from one of their daresHe reached for his pocket, to his team he gave a bundleKnowing those fine trees were now homed with the humbleThen I heard him exclaim, ere he walked out of sight—“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good fight!”
