I was living in the North End of Boston at the time, an extremely Italian section of town where I frequently felt like a trespassing insect. I had a small box (probably designed for carrying 45's) on which I had sprayed a blob of grey paint. (This was my post-punk briefcase). As I walked down the main street I heard a bunch of young toughs yell "Here comes Deputy Dan with his Weatherbox!" Of course I was intrigued, and looked around. Then I realized they met me as one of them tried to grab it out of my hands.
Later, I left it in a pub. When I went back to get it, the bouncer said "Are there any bombs in that?" Thus the title of the song, and the reason "bombs roll inside the weatherbox".
from mission of burma's website:
I was living in the North End of Boston at the time, an extremely Italian section of town where I frequently felt like a trespassing insect. I had a small box (probably designed for carrying 45's) on which I had sprayed a blob of grey paint. (This was my post-punk briefcase). As I walked down the main street I heard a bunch of young toughs yell "Here comes Deputy Dan with his Weatherbox!" Of course I was intrigued, and looked around. Then I realized they met me as one of them tried to grab it out of my hands.
Later, I left it in a pub. When I went back to get it, the bouncer said "Are there any bombs in that?" Thus the title of the song, and the reason "bombs roll inside the weatherbox".