I think I am in love

Well, maybe not in love per se, but it’s definitely a gigantic crush. Unfortunately, the guy is not from here so I don’t see him very often, which is a little sad. In fact, he won’t be back until spring; at least, that’s what he said, so it’s going to be a long and lonely winter. I may as well stock up on chocolate ice cream and DVDs now.

But he’s thoughtful and really nice. And he’s got a beard! He’s also a musician, and for those who don’t know me too well, I’ve always been a sucker for the musician/writer types. He’s brilliant - the one time I heard him play, I was a little mesmerized. Just a little - I was sidetracked by some guy who spilled his beer while chatting up a girl and I was watching him desperately soak up the spill and make it look cool. It didn’t work out; she turned around and cackled with her friends for the rest of the show.

Anyways, back to my crush. Truth be, he’s drinks a whole lot (it’s a little scary) and he’s married. So there isn’t much hope for me but everyone has secret crush. It just happens that mine is not on Brad Pitt or Jake Gyllenhaal (fortunately for me, my roommate has a magazine for gay men which features an article on Brokeback Mountain so I was able to refer to it to spell Gyllenhaal – whew!). My crush is on none other but the super-dreamy Jack Rose.

I am sure you’ll say: “well, Inga, how do you know that Jack Rose is thoughtful and really nice?” Well, let me tell you. I went to Tonic to see Jack (or as I refer to him – Jackie-poo) play. Now, Tonic listed him first on fliers and tickets. Other Music, a music store on West 4^th, didn’t even bother list other performers, they called the entire thing a Jack Rose show. Now, when a performer is listed first, that usually means that he will play last. Being cool, I showed up at 9pm, rather than at 8pm when the show started, expecting to wait several hours to see Jack Rose play. Well, unfortunately for me, Jack Rose played first and I missed the entire performance. And to make things worst, Tonic wouldn’t refund the $15 tickets even though Ticket Web, which also sells tickets for shows at Tonic, refunded tickets to its customers because Josephine Foster, who also scheduled to play that evening, cancelled.

But, thanks to the addictive nature of nicotine and current anti-smoking laws in New York City, after his performance, Jack Rose bolted outside for a smoke. During this time, I took the opportunity to whine (heck, I am a pro at it, why not?) about missing him play. I even pointed out that I had his show on my calendar for weeks. Jack was really nice, he apologized and ran back into Tonic. After a little while, he came out with a tote bag and gave me a t-shirt. Ok, so I suppose a t-shirt is not really the same as getting to see him play but I don’t care, he didn't have to give me one. So, Jackie-poo, I luv you!