I’ve lived through my fair share of bands parting ways, but this one felt closer to home. I moved to Boston at the age of 24, If Transit and I have anything in common, it’s that we are intensely proud of this place. From the cold-weathered-chip-on-their-shoulder people, to the the amazing food, beaches, and history, anyone would be proud to call this home. During their set, Transit vocalist Joe Boynton mentioned the food here, a guy in the crowd yelled out “CHEESESTEAKS” (possibly a heckler from Philly). Boynton went on to mention Bill and Bob’s roast beef sandwiches, Border Cafe, and Mike’s Pastry as a challenge to the heckle. That seemed to be part of the spirit of the evening, even during their very last set, their friends and fans were not going to let them off easy. The banter, the back and forth with the crowd, has long been a feature of their show, and this would be no different.
My storyline with Transit starts in 2011. I was studying abroad in England at the time that Listen and Forgive came out. The songs really spoke to me at a time when I was feeling homesick, thousands of miles away from family and friends. There is a freshness and cutting vitriol to that album that oozes with heartbreak and loneliness. As if they knew how I had grown, they followed up with Young New England in 2013. I heard the title track for the first time while crossing the Zakim Bridge on the way to the Cape that summer. There could not be a better soundtrack to that moment, crossing the skyline of Boston at highway speeds, riding shotgun to my best friend, the salty, petrichoric scent of summer filling our heads. I saw the band live as much as I could, and their music continued to grow with me. Joyride was the soundtrack to my move to Boston and the start of my next chapter here. I saw them tour with The Wonder Years, crowd surf on plastic bin tops at Warped tour, sell out a local VFW in Revere, MA, and finally last night, their final show. Transit will always have a place in my heart, it was a bittersweet feeling to watch them go. I know good things are in store for them all. If they ever feel like doing it again, they should know there will be people there for them. After all, Boston never drinks alone.
By Dan D'Ademo
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