A little FL bar-rock action w Biaggio Cangiano and Mike Sanchez of Dirty University
I should tell you that whenever I stop writing, it means I’m either stressed or frustrated. I hate venting and/or ranting, so I choose to keep quiet when I’m feelin crabtastic!
But I’m back! Hello again; thanks for hangin in there. <3
So last weekend, I went to Florida with my little sis to visit my grandpa and his wife and to relieve some of the aforementioned stress. And let me tell you, the second night did it for me…I found a beachy bar, drank a Coors Light, and listened to a 80s/90s rock cover band while the humidity boosted my Jewtalianfro and a cool breeze blew my skirt up. ;)
This particular band was called Dirty University, and they happen to have originals as well!
Check them out. (It’s a bit outside my usual funk/soul territory, but my music taste is 100% free of genre bias. Or any other bias.)
We came right at the end of their set, so I went up to the stage (with $ for the tip bucket; gotta support anything that’s live and sounds good) and told them they were great. They tossed me their CD, politely let me know of their gig the next night at a nearby pub, and I went innocently back to my seat.
My grandparents and my sister immediately went into stage-fam mode.
“Did you tell them you’re a performer?! Did you ask to sing with them?!”
“Uhh…no.”
“DO IT!!!! We DARE you.”
Listen, dudes. I have one weakness, and it is that I just can’t say no to a dare. (Unless it is incredibly life-threatening or somehow involves chauvinists and/or d-bags.)
So I went back up there, smiled mischeviously, and said the following:
”Guys, I was thinking…we’re only in town from New Jersey for another night, so we’ll come check out your show tomorrow at Rooney’s. But…only if you let me sing.”
Without even asking to hear a sample, they threw me a set list and let me pick three songs.
”We’ll make a whole evening of it!” said the devilishly handsome lead singer.
”Yeah!” said the angelically handsome guitarist.
After a few minutes, my sis ran up there to hear what we were talking about. When she realized I was already in business, she closed the deal with a flash of her pearly whites and a charming sorority-girl giggle.
I chose “Don’t Stop Believin’” by Journey, “Wanted: Dead Or Alive” by Bon Jovi, and “If You Could Only See” by Tonic as my covers of choice.
Never one to back down, I showed up to Rooney’s in Abacoa (great spot if you attend or live near Florida Atlantic University), grandparents and sis in tow.
My sister’s got great vocal chops of her own, so “Wanted: Dead Or Alive” was all hers. Look at her, in all her sexay blonde glory:
My lil sis, the monster babe LisaMarie, wailing on B-Jove w Dirty University
We stayed until 12:30am–props to my grandparents for being so rawk!!!–closed the set and then checked out with the whole bar wondering who we were and what just happened.
What can I say? I’m addicted to them hot stage lights.
