I figure must people are busy spending time with their families (as they should be!), so here’s a quick update for you to enjoy while you’re in the bathroom or waiting for family to arrive or whatever.
First, over on Five By Five Hundred, I whipped up a brief little parody piece after one of my own family’s favorite traditions that I think everyone can enjoy — “‘Twas The Night Before Christmas Break.”
And then there’s this:
You’re welcome. Merry Christmas! (and equivalent non-Christian holiday greetings, of course)
I think when most people meet me for the first time, they get a pretty good read at who I am, and nearly all of them leave this first encounter with an awareness of most, if not all, of these essential Thom Dunn truths:
- I really like comic books
- I really like beer
- I really like being awesome
- I am awesome
- I really like being Irish
- I have much better taste in music than you, and if I don’t, I will gladly engage in friendly albeit heated debate with you about it
- I really, really hate Journey
Most of these facts require very little explanation, but it’s the last one that does occasionally lead to controversy.
I’ve decided that it’s time for me to set the record straight once and for all, and explain myself to the Internets.
But keep in mind that the truth can sometimes be a bitter pill to swallow. I think I might be mixing metaphors there, but I don’t care. You have been warned.
I actually wrote this article quite while ago, and I was pleasantly surprised to see it hit the waves of the Internet today. Similar to another post I did over at Tor, this one breaks down a few of my favorite fictional rock bands (some of which have managed to become nonfictional as well, which is a particularly impressive feet). Check it out!
This is something I’ve been meaning to do for a while, but this week on Five By Five Hundred, I decided to take some prose and apply it to music. Meaning, I’ve tried to recreate a song with words instead of music. And what better song to try this little experiment on than Meat Loaf’s (and Jim Steinman’s) magnum opus “I’d Do Anything For Love (But I Won’t Do That),” because c’mon, that song’s awesome.
Also I’d advise you read all the way to the end…
Boston’s premiere all-male Lady Gaga cover band plays the Midway Cafe in JP! Doors at 8pm! Be there! I can literally walk my equipment over to the club from my house! Wooohoo!
Oh yeah, and here’s the Facebook event. Whoops. Sorry, I got excited.
And remember: just dance, motherfuckers
Not much time to write for FiveByFiveHundred.com today, as we had a big fancy Open House at the Huntington (stupid having to work on holidays* grrrrr). So instead, I’ve re-posted a poem that I wrote about 4 years ago or so, about romance, assholes, and Firefly. Because really, what else is there to talk about?
*All personal moral dilemma with Columbus Day aside.
My newest piece is now live on Five By Five Hundred, a playful little poem about my favorite musical time signature. All you math and music nerds out there should have some fun seeking out all the little patterns that are hidden in this one, just like a good song…
After a brief summer hiatus for some professional and mental recuperation, Five By Five Hundred is now officially back in action! For those of you who somehow managed to find your way here and yet still have no idea what I’m talking about, Five By Five Hundred is a website started by back in April of 2009 by me and my good friend Brian McGackin (of Broetry fame), inspired by an idea from the Internet Jesus Warren Ellis. The website originally featured 5 writers, each of whom composed poetry/prose/whatever consisting of no more than 500 words on his/her assigned day of the week (hence, 5 writers x 5 days a week x 500 words = 5×500 = totally bad pun on Faith Lehane’s catchphrase). The website has gone through a number of writers, with Brian and I remaining consistent since the beginning, and has now expanded to include new posts on Saturdays and Sundays as well (which, with 7 writers, technically screws up the whole 5×500 pattern thingie, but oh well).
Anyway, now that you’re all caught up, you can go check out my latest post over there, an oldie but a goodie titled Dad’s Diaries (and you can listen to it here, too!)
Tonight. Alejandro and the Fame rocks your favorite seedy drag club in downtown Boston. Drag queens upstairs; all-male glam rock Lady Gaga cover songs downstairs. You’ve been warned.
In doing research for an article I’m working on for Quirk Books, I pulled out my personal copy of High Fidelity (the novel) by Nick Horny. And what do I find inside?
Handwritten song lyrics. Except, it’s not my handwriting. And I’m pretty sure I’ve never lent this book out to anyone to borrow. Eerie, right? And yet, kind of poetic.
So obviously, I laid claim to it (despite the fact that it’s, erm, not very good), and turned into a found poem for Five By Five Hundred (which also worked out well because it’s been a busy few days, between taking my poor chinchilla to the hospital with a broken arm, and sitting on the “Tweet This?” panel for Arts In America).