the pill turns 11 years old 10.03

Fucking insane, huh? We like to joke that we set up shop when Britpop was still around, and it's true. The Pill has taken many shapes and forms across six different venues, but one thing remained the same: indie dance party on a Friday night. "Look sharp."

*** From thepillboston.com:

Where were you on Oct. 3, 1997? Out buying the Verve’s “Urban Hymns”? Thinking Brett Anderson didn’t need Bernard Butler after all? Figuring the Manics’ Ritchey James would show up any day now? Scoring high on that Earth Science exam? Getting wet for Jarvis Cocker at the Brit Awards? Enjoying the sixth fucking grade?

Wherever you were, DJ Ken and former pill DJ Jennifer Sullivan were down in North Station hosting the first-ever night of the pill. Nightlife in Boston would never be the same.

Catering to everyone from black-clad underage Emerson kids to seasoned Vespa-savvy Allston mods, the pill would soon become a Boston staple with a soundtrack that mirrored the city’s across-the-pond mindset: from Britpop to 60s to indie to soul, the pill was where it’s at.

And so with the rare exception of a few head-loss Fridays around 2003, the pill has been there every Friday night since (cheers to Carl Lavin). From the foundation years at the Upstairs Lounge to the jet-setting times at the Hideaway, Milky Way, Paradise and Ekco Lounges and finally, to our current home at Great Scott in Allston, there was always one thing to count on every Friday night in Boston: the pill.

Whether you’ve danced with us, performed for us, took us home, came home with us, got listed, got sorted, looked sharp, raised a pint, got it together and lost it all shortly thereafter or lost it first and then pieced it back together, this one’s for you. We are truly indebted to all who show up each week.

This is Boston. 11 years strong. xo the pill.