Jack-Barakat

The Real Story of Jalex

This is from the most recent Valentine’s Day edition of Kerrang! Magazine where they interviewed Jack and Alex. This is the real story of Jalex, I feel like I’m reading this straight out of a fanfic. 


To the outside world, All Time Low’s 2003 emergence was imbued with a romantic mood, but of the innocent, teen soap variety, Alex and Jack’s friendship reads like a slice of pop-punk fan fiction. When the pair met in eighth grade at Dulaney High, a secondary school in Timonium, Baltimore County, Alex had the guitarist down as “a goof”. He wore chains and an antagonistic T-shirt that read, ‘Tell Your Girlfriend I said, ‘Thanks!” All Time Low’s frontman-in-waiting had just transferred from a private school where strait-laced dress rules comprised khaki trousers and buttoned shirts. A punk kid like Jack, who rode into class on a skateboard, seemed intimidating.

“This makes me sound so vanilla,” laughs Alex, recalling their first meeting. “But I was like, ‘Oh my God, who is this dude? He’s such a rebel!”

From Jack’s end, though, Alex’s arrival at Dulaney brought a whiff of jealousy. The new kid was a novelty, particularly among the girls at school. “There’s always a mystery about people who come over from other schools,” says Jack. “He was a good-looking dude and all the girls would gravitate towards Alex - this new guy that we didn’t know anything about. I didn’t take too kindly to that. My first thought was, “He’s a dick.’”

Their mutual indifference didn’t take too long to right itself. Alex and Jack began hanging out by the movie theatre in town - a meeting spot for skaters. They got chatting about music, guitars, and the bands they both loved. “In the end we were like, ‘Let’s hang out man! You play guitar, I play guitar…’” says Alex. “It was one of those dumb things where, all of a sudden, you’re going. ‘Bring your shitty Squier over and your shitty amp, and let’s play Blink songs!’”