Ajobo is a witty acronym for Allison Johnelle Boron, a freelance writer and music industry maven based in New York City. She enjoys photography, collecting vinyl, and traveling. She dislikes writing bios in the third person. (more?)
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The names Boyce & Hart are typically viewed as mere subscript on 1960s hits, especially for The Monkees. But songwriters are finally getting their due.
My latest piece for Goldmine magazine about the incredible new documentary on Boyce & Hart. I spoke with Bobby Hart and the film’s director, Rachel Lichtman, about the process of making the film, and the dynamic duo’s history.
If you’re in SoCal, check out the LA premiere of Boyce & Hart: The Guys Who Wrote ‘Em on August 7 during the Don’t Knock the Rock Film and Music Festival.
It’s official!! REBEAT magazine has launched!! Go check it out!
Really excited to announce the launch of my ~super secret~ project for the past few months: REBEAT magazine. Covering music, culture and lifestyle from the 1950s-1970s (primarily, anyway), the goal is to feature new voices, perspectives and ideas, as well as good ol’ interviews, reviews and columns. I’m stoked that it’s finally launching, and I’d love it if you all could check it out and “like” the page if you feel so inclined! INSANELY cool things are coming up in the next few months… I can hardly wait!!
Many girls I knew idolized Penny Lane, the golden-haired “band-aid” who enchanted the rock stars. They wanted to be her. Me? I wanted to be William Miller.
I wrote this article for xoJane about being a chick rock writer and my experience a few weeks ago when a piece I wrote about the Monkees went viral. For the record, I didn’t write the headline and there’s no man-bashing involved (because I truly love my wonderful male colleagues!).
But I’m really so grateful and humbled that a lot of women are digging this piece. There are so many of us in traditionally male-dominated industries that are great at our jobs, and that deserves to be celebrated, not questioned!
I became a Monkees fan at age 11 after binge-watching their hit TV show on Nick-at-Nite’s Block Party Summer. Its..
With my favorite pair of brothers, Mark and John Sebastian, last Saturday night at the Cutting Room in NYC, celebrating the release of Mark’s newest record, THE REAL STORY.
It was such a joy to help organize and plan the event; Mark performed an amazing set, and featured John on a few numbers. John’s son, Ben, even joined in on an all-Sebastian version of “Summer in the City.” Truly amazing. Magnificent people; best night ever. Thanks to everyone who came out!
On May 4, 1970, four Kent State University students were killed and nine injured when members of the Ohio National Guard opened fire during a demonstration protesting the Vietnam War.
Being a native of the Kent State-ish area, personal remembrances are all one hears growing up. Folks use phrases like, “It’s terrible what they did to those kids,” like it happened hours, not decades, ago. It rings fresh, especially when Kent is a popular choice for college; a lot of my friends reading this went to Kent. I almost did, myself. It makes this historical event that much more real.
I’ve always had a morbid fascination with the shootings. In college, I did a term paper on them, and interviewed my junior high school English teacher. On May 4, 1970, he hitchhiked to Kent State in his Army uniform for an afternoon meeting at Taylor Hall (basically right beside where the famous John Filo photo above was taken). His appointment ended just as the Guard ascended the hill; he was at the edge of the parking lot when shots were fired. He immediately dropped to the ground and shielded himself behind a car. He remembers watching people around him falling under the volley of gunfire. His eyes filled with tears, scrolling through Google images of that day, especially of former Ohio governor James Rhodes, a despicable character to many eyewitnesses. Like most survivors, inside him is an intense cocktail of anger, hatred, sadness and still confusion, even all these years later.
The Filo photo has always piqued my interest. Mary Vecchio’s horrified expression, yes, but I’ve always wondered about the students in the background. Particularly the girl in the white t-shirt who looks like she’s casually walking to class. She looks like Every College Student. For me, that, not Jeffrey Miller’s dead body, is the most disturbing part of this image. Lots of kids in that parking lot (including Sandy Scheuer and Bill Schroeder, who died) were innocent bystanders; even the instigators of the protesting weren’t super guilty of any harm to the Guard. The worst they did was throw rocks that didn’t reach the soldiers. Most of the insanity leading up to the shootings was led by out-of-town rabble-rousers who’d rolled into the area the weekend before, inciting riots and violence and, probably, burning down Kent’s ROTC building. The students you see in these photos? No guiltier than the girl in the white shirt.
So, on this 44th anniversary of this national tragedy, remember the Four, the injured, and the others for whom May 4th isn’t about Star Wars, but about being thankful that they survived, when others, mere feet away, did not.
"Flowers are better than bullets." - Allison Krause
Kicking off Monday morning hanging out with my 1960s teen music mag buddies! We’re working together on a special project… stay tuned!
February 9, 1964. 8:00pm. The click-clack of changing dials rings through American homes as the fuzzy gray picture on the television screen clears to reveal the gleaming eye of CBS and The Ed Sullivan Show. Sullivan is a religion for America’s families (not least of which is the fictional McAfees, who put their dreams of&
A tribute to the amazing Brian Epstein on this important day. Happy anniversary, everyone!
My complicated relationship with the Fab Four, and some really, really embarrassing shit from my past.
My very first column for Popdose! And it’s all about meeting Michael F*&#ing Nesmith last week. I’m still dead, if you’re wondering.
(Yes, that’s my cat and yep, he’s relevant to the piece.)