Boston and Music Journalism
He currently lives in Boston, Massachusetts while occasionally traveling in Europe, particularly Amsterdam, Barcelona, London and Stockholm. As a staff writer for Boston Music Spotlight Brown published interviews (with Boston Phoenix music critic Brett Milano and musician Barry Tashian of 1960s Boston rock group Barry & The Remains) and essays on the history of the Boston rock music scene, particularly focused on the Boston-Cambridge folk-rock music era of the 1960s in Harvard Square through the Boston punk rock era of the 1970s. In late 2010 he joined the website Exploit Boston! as a contributing writer, publishing an interview with folk singer Elizabeth Butters He has also published reviews of Scottish music group Camera Obscura, Leonard Cohen and a survey of the significant bands that made up San Francisco music scene of the 1960s.
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