I’ve seen McCartney, the Stones, and Jimmy Buffett, to name a few, at Boston’s Fenway Park, but this time I was headed for the Red Sox game, anticipating hearing only the National Anthem and “Sweet Caroline” for music. Wrong. I stayed at the Verb Hotel, and found myself immersed in rock.

The Verb, backing up to Fenway, is a hardcore classic rocker’s died-and-gone-to-Heaven layover. Decorated with posters, memorabilia and a great soundtrack, the Verb boasts racks of LPs in the lobby which guests can take back to their rooms and play on the turntable in the room, where ten or so LPs already await. Turntable, but no alarm clock. Perfect.

I arrived on Mick Jagger’s 80th birthday, so heard a disproportionate amount of Stones on the PA system, but I dare you to find another hotel with a marquee announcing the week’s anniversaries in rock, rather than the typical “Welcome Masons” or “Congratulations Ed and Laura.”

I didn’t stay in one of the regular rooms, but in the VIP “backstage” section, which, after you’ve passed the cornhole and related-games area, turns out to be a line of about 10 trailers akin to—albeit cleaner and better appointed—the trailers used at festivals as band dressing rooms. Each unit features a different icon, mine that night being James Brown.

Service is personal and professional. Operations Manager Tom (as in Petty) knew exactly who I was, where to find me and what to say after I accidentally pocketed another guest’s cell phone (OMG!), and I barely felt like the idiot I was.

Breakfast—indoors, in your room or by the pool—offers waffles, bagels, exotic muffins, fruit, cereal and smoothies. Dinner and bar belong to a connecting Japanese/American joint whose staff was equally professional and kind.

Fair warning: Parking is limited, so come early; Book early, the place fills up; Have a strong road manager and deadline for your next destination, because you may not want to leave.

—Suzanne Cadgène