Jack Goes to Jackson.

Last night Jack played in my hometown, in the same establishment where I grew up performing – dance recitals, talent shows and really gay musicals. So yes, it was a bit strange seeing everybody backstage as they were, laying around listening to Buck Owens before rocking the hell out of the place – and rock the hell out of the place they did. The craziest act that building had ever seen prior to Mr. White coming to town was my “risque dancing-on-a-table” sequence in the 2004 production of Bye Bye Birdie. Yep, that actually happened. 

SO as you can now imagine, it certainly did not suck seeing Jack and his incredibly talented cohorts completely own it. 
Talk about a religious experience. 
See? Pretty much the same. (said no one ever)
Almost Friday!

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