So, last night we played “Hotel California.” Andy and I had no previous discussion about Hotel California, like, ever. I used to sing it with Mark Pipas, but had never put it in my own show. I walk this line with covers — I try not to play the commonly done ones, because I feel…
This past Saturday, I tried out a new venue in Pittsburgh! Papa J’s Centro, right across from PPG Plaza, is an Italian restaurant converted from an old-school brothel, which they advertise fairly prominently. Why they do that, I’m not sure — rarely do you see marketing that lowers your expectations for sexual conduct — but…
….have been extended through May. We’re going 9 to midnight — come on out!
When I was a drama kid, I was required to take Theatre History. It was mind-numbing for most of the time, but one awesome thing I took from it was a tidbit about vaudeville actors. Apparently, when vaudeville was in its prime, two complete strangers could meet at the stage entrance, compare notes, and do…
When I was a drama kid, I was required to take Theatre History. It was mind-numbing for most of the time, but one awesome thing I took from it was a tidbit about vaudeville actors. Apparently, when vaudeville was in its prime, two complete strangers could meet at the stage entrance, compare notes, and do…
For those of you that don’t know, the Irish Rover is located on 38th St and 28th Ave, in my home base of Astoria. Every third drink is free!
Do you live in Astoria? If not, do you like Astoria? If not, how do you know you don’t like Astoria? I mean, have you been there? Well, don’t you think you should try it out before you knock it? Good! Then do that on this or any every Tuesday, by stopping out to Winegasm,…
Last night, after a co-write session and a few stops off at clubs to inquire about future bookings, I hopped the F-train to Bergen St, and a pub called Ceol, where on Wednesday nights, Niall Connolly hosts the Wednesday Night Song Club. Niall was one of the first dudes I met on my way out…
As I type this, I’m sitting on a vinyl-coated bench at the tiny-yet-spaciously-intriguing Root Hill Cafe in Park Slope. It took me an hour to get here from Astoria by train, but that hour is well spent on the pursuit of a boundless opportunity — a new open mic. Open mics are a huge part…
A special thanks is in order, to the crowd that came out last night. That was an hour of pure privilege. Picking a performing art as a career involves a lot of self-assurance and a thick skin. You hear “no” so much more often than “yes,” and you deal with a lot of callous disrespect…