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Just Dance, Mother&$%#ers!

In case you missed out on seeing Boston’s premiere all-male hard rock Lady Gaga cover band at the Midway this past weekend, you’re in luck: we got the whole thing on tape! Well, technically on built-on digital flash hardrive but, you know, whatever. The audio quality is a little rough (because isn’t it always?), but you get the gist. You can watch a playlist of the full set over on YouTube, but here are a few gems from the night:

“You & I”

“Bad Romance”

Plus we had a few surprises this time in the form of non-Gaga female pop artists (because frankly, Gaga’s catalog is kind of limited, and we needed new material). Like this:

New Lady Gaga Song!

In anticipation of this Saturday’s Alejandro & the Fame show at the Midway Cafe in JP, we put together another quick demo of one of our songs. So, sorry, this isn’t a new Lady Gaga song, but rather a better version of an already existing Lady Gaga song, done by us.

This isn’t the final mix or master, but it’s a good idea of how we rock (and if you really feel like bringing the mosh and punching someone in the face, fast forward about 3 minutes for the breakdown ’cause it’s awesome)

This Saturday — Alejandro & The Fame In JP!

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

Freshman Weekend; or, Beer Beer Sex Shots Shots Shots Shot Puke WHOOPS

Here’s the thing: I’m 25 years old, just over 3 years out of college. I stay out late, I drink (and make) lots of beer, I work in the arts, and show up at my job most days in cut-off jean shorts (or “jorts,” if you will) and a t-shirt. I don’t feel that old — I’m not that old — and the idea of college doesn’t seem like it’s so far away. But biking from Harvard Square on Friday night, I discovered that college was indeed back in session, and that I have apparently become a jaded old man.

It was the first weekend of college for many freshmen at Boston’s countless universities. It was a beautiful night as well, so the frosh were out in droves, playing at adulthood by making lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of obnoxious (but incredibly fun) mistakes from which they will (one day) hopefully learn. “Freshmen Weekend,” as I like to call it, is not that day. My bike route brought me past Harvard, MIT, Boston University, Northeastern, and Wentworth University, as well as plenty of off-campus student abodes. You know those 13-year cicadas? It was kind of like that.

So mid-bike ride (I swear, it was totally safe), I recorded this poem, which I then fixed up when I got home. Enjoy!

“Freshmen Weekend” on FiveByFiveHundred.com

Temporary Drinking Buddies

You know that friend who you always see at parties and when you’re both drunk s/he is totally your best friend and you talk about everything, but then when you’re sober and back in the real world, it’s awkward because you’re not really actually friends and you don’t hang out or anything and then you see him/her on the street and it’s totally weird?

Yeah. You know the one.

Today on FiveByFiveHundred.com, I share my own story of my favorite drinking buddy from the local pub who I don’t actually know. His name is Paul.

Cheers!

“My First Bar Friend,” on FiveByFiveHundred.com

Le Fheile Padraig

Alright, so my commitment to posting a new cover song every 2 weeks has fallen behind. I’ve been recovering from a sinus infection, which of course has rendered me unable to sing.

But serendipity shined its smiling Irish eyes on me, and I was able to finish just in time for the Feast of Saint Patrick (one of my personal favorite holidays). This entry into the Song of the (Bi-)Week series is a cover of “Streams of Whiskey” by the Irish rock group The Pogues. This song pays homage to two of my favorite things: drinking whiskey, and Irish playwright/author Brendan Behan, who is also the namesake of my favorite local pub (where I often enjoy drinking whiskey). The original song is an sloppy, upbeat drinking song in 4/4 time; my version follows more in the tradition of Americana, complete with plenty of lap steel guitar, and converts the meter to 3/4 time.

Enjoy, and have yourselves a wonderful St. Patrick’s Day!

In Defense of Pub Writing

Every Wednesday, literary blog The Things They Read has a feature called Where We Live that focuses on, “the different places that writers and readers live, in a deeper sense than simply geography — the mental and emotional space they inhabit during their creative lives.” This week’s article is by yours truly, and explores the Brendan Behan Pub in Jamaica Plain, one of my personal favorite bars in the entire universe, and the lost art (in America) of pub writing. Take a look, have a pint, and enjoy!