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REST IN PEACE: Singer-songwriter Darrell “Dash” Crofts, who teamed with childhood friend Jim Seals for such 1970s soft-rock hits as “Summer Breeze,” “Diamond Girl” and “Get Closer,” has died. https://www.wfla.com/news/national/dash-crofts-of-seals-crofts-known-for-hits-summer-breeze-and-diamond-girl-dies-at-87/

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Boston’s current lead singer Tommy DeCarlo dies at 60 after brain cancer battle

Tommy DeCarlo, the longtime lead singer of the legendary rock band Boston, has died at the age of 60 after battling brain cancer. Diagnosed in 2025, DeCarlo fought the disease with courage until his passing on March 9, 2026.

DeCarlo joined Boston in 2007 after the tragic death of original vocalist Brad Delp, going from a devoted fan who uploaded cover songs online to the voice carrying Boston’s classic hits on stages around the world. For nearly two decades, he helped keep the band’s powerful legacy alive for generations of fans.

Rest in peace, Tommy DeCarlo.

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They call us stagehands. They see the flash of the spotlight, the roar of the crowd, the effortless magic unfolding on stage, and they never see us. But beneath the velvet curtain and beyond the proscenium arch, there is a world built on sheer will, calloused hands, and sleepless nights.
​This isn't just a job; it's a baptism by fire. We are the silent architects of dreams. When the city sleeps, we are here, wrestling with hundreds of pounds of truss, coiling miles of cable, and hanging lights that will paint the night sky. The tools of our trade are not makeup brushes or musical instruments, but wrenches, harnesses, and an unbreakable commitment to the show.
​There's a moment, right before the house lights dim, when the air hums with anticipation. The performers are warming up, but we are already exhausted. Our bodies ache from twelve-hour hauls, but in that moment, as the first chord strikes and the audience erupts, we feel a surge that no applause can replicate. We built this. Every angle of light, every quick scene change, every piece of rigging holding it all together—that is our triumph.
​We are the shadows who make the stars shine. We miss birthdays, holidays, and regular sleep, trading them all for the chaotic, beautiful pulse of the production. We work in the freezing cold, the suffocating heat, and under the crushing weight of impossible deadlines. Why? Because the show must go on.
​So, the next time you are mesmerized by the stage, take a moment. Remember the unseen crew in the black t-shirts. They are not just moving things; they are sacrificing pieces of themselves to bring a shared vision to life. This fatigue is earned, this passion is infinite, and this work—this relentless, heart-breaking, breathtaking work—is our greatest love letter to the art of performance.
​We are the backbone of the magic. And tonight, we rise again.
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