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1985 was the first kegger - no fancy-ass name, no signage. Just a bunch of thirsty idiots who put Hobart Lane on the map. I lived in the center Gilreath building with Fabs (Springfield), Schmen (Lexington), Bret (Longmeadow) and Corey (Swampscott). The 3 am stereo blast of choice was usually the Stones (Can't You Hear Me Knockin') or Springsteen (Rosalita), or was it Allman Bros. (Whipping Post)? At the first bash, we rolled an old Toyota over in the parking lot. It was owned by our local Vietnamese coke dealer named Hu. That first night there was one tragedy - our 4-footer (you know what I mean- you needed 2 people to operate it) was stolen! Yeah, stolen...I know! We experienced alot of funny shit in that place. Met my wife in Barsie's. Got kicked in the head repeatedly by the rugby frat (yeah - the whole frat) on the ground in the alley next to Time Out. Beta Kapa Doucha Bagas or something like that. Ate shrooms at Southwest block party - fuckin mental. Time of your life kid!
I hesitate to admit I was a founding member of this.. 1988 was the first year - Chuck, Dan, Chris, Paul and Jeff - Gilreath Manor, center building, 2 apt from the right..
I lived on Hobart back in 74-76 when it was a nice family place and the students who lived there placed loud music. I wish i was there now..