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Wednesday, August 11, 2004
Two months ago tomorrow, a Saturday morning on the 12th of June, Kirsten Malone was up early, biking through Boston to work on yet another art project, one of many she'd made in her 29-year life. At the intersection of Lincoln & Franklin Streets in Lower Allston, at the bottom of the caged footbridge over the MassPike, she collided with an unseen car. Her injuries were too severe, and she wouldn't recover. In the early hours of Wednesday the 16th of June, Lady K was gone.
 Goodbye notes, pictures, little memories of her life surrounding a big orange sign that simply said "K".  That makeshift memorial at the foot of the bridge is gone now, nothing left but a few ribbons and tattered bits of string hanging from the fence. I still think about Lady K on her bike every morning I pass it, though. Maybe I always will. Wondering if some kind of permanent memorial for Kirsten would even be possible, I spoke with someone at City Councilor Jerry McDermott's office a few weeks ago. Not surprisingly, I wasn't the first person to ask about this, and even though memorial plaques or streetsigns are usually reserved for veterans, it looks like something for Kirsten could actually happen (much like the corner at Brookline & Mass. Ave. being named for Mark Sandman). I also found out that Kirsten's death has finally triggered some much needed change at that dangerous intersection where Franklin & Lincoln Streets meet. Living so near to it, I've seen the evidence of more than a few accidents, and been involved in some close calls myself. There's no signal, no stop sign, not even a crosswalk at the bottom of a bridge that gets a ton of foot and bike traffic. I take a risk every time I pull out from Franklin onto Lincoln, hoping that a car isn't speeding towards me, completely obstructed by cars parked too close to the corner. One change has already happened: "No Parking Here To Corner" signs have been put up that greatly help people trying to cross the street, or cars pulling onto Lincoln. But it's not enough... Thankfully, a special public hearing has been called, to take place at 5:30 pm on Monday, September 20th at the Honan-Allston Library on North Harvard Street, where possible improvements to that intersection will be discussed. I'll be there, and hopefully so will many of my neighbors. At the same meeting, Councilor McDermott will present a drafted order requesting a permanent memorial for Kirsten. The council will consider the request within a week or so, and if all goes well, something could be in place by early fall. I know I'd be proud to live near "Lady K Corner". A few days before the hearing, on Thursday, September 16th, a special show in Kirsten's memory will take place at the Middle East Downstairs. Proceeds will help her band, The Faux, release a record they were never able to during their time as a band. In turn, money from sales of those discs will go to a scholarship fund at Mass Art for young female artists. The lineup for the show is Neptune, Gold, Mahi Mahi, Fat Day, U.V. Protection, Plunge Into Death, Cathy Cathodic, and Shore Leave, and the doors are at 8pm.  Online words and memories of Kirsten remain, so I've gathered the ones I've collected here. Set aside some time, click around, explore the impression she left on this city, on the people in her life, and even on those who never met her. If you know of any other links, feel free to leave them in the comments...  |
 some favorite vinyl camp radio's "campista socialista" & idaho's "you were a dick" copies of each lp on vinyl running until noon on monday 2/6  fugazi live in burlington, vermont in early spring 1991 previously: david bazan - solo in allston 2011 recent posts on the 'nac... on the nightstand other boston-area music blogs
boston music media boston live show / event info music blogroll
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I didn't know Kirsten Malone, but I sure knew her face. She was one of the familiar crew of local show-goers, people I'd cross paths with a couple times a month, characters who always stood out from the crowd. It wasn't just at shows that I'd notice her... it was on the streets, on her bike, as I passed her in my car or she cruised by as I walked.