I’m sick of this shit. On any given weekend, you’re left with two (dismal choices). Do I: A) Go to a show, or, B) Go and shake my booty. It’s as if you have to make a choice between the shoegaze or the shimmy-shimmy-ya.

But here’s the problem. If you choose the shimmy-shimmy-ya, you usually wind up at a club spinning techno remixes of Michael Jackson while the yadudes, decked to the nine in Bruins gear, either hit on you/pick a fight depending on your gender/sexual orientation.

Rock and roll began as an expression of the body. What was Elvis without the hips?

Here’s the deal: On the Second, Third and Fourth Saturdays of every month, Orbis Tertius will appear at the Squealing Pig on Mission Hill to spin records. Think less James Brown and more Kraftwerk. A Husker Du song will be played. You’ll scale the walls to King Crimson and do the congo line to the Clash (though this is not recommended for various logistical reasons not to mention it will betray an appalling lack of dignity).

It’s going to be high-energy, super-danceable rock and roll. You’re going to shake your booty.

The current lineup features Andre Obin, DJ Kielty, DJ Pandemic and others. Opening night is this Saturday, 11/21.

Oh, and, by the way. The opening is sponsored by Narragansett. Cheap beers all night.