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In Which John Arthur Greene’s Hotness Fails to Distract Me From His Talent

John Arthur Greene is Hiding from You!

Saturday night my roommate and I caught John Arthur Greene’s acoustic gig at The Metropolitan Room and I had two jobs:

1.       Keep mind out of gutter

2.       Come back with something to write

JAG did his best to make that difficult.  There were valiant attempts to distract me with his obscene hotness.  (He had holes in the crotch of his jeans! His shirt was half open!)  And he sang about sex a lot.  A lot.  But in the end, he failed.  I would not be deterred, dear readers, not when I knew I had you all to report back to!

In all seriousness, though.  JAG: Unplugged was wonderful.  So wonderful his talent was impossible to miss, no matter how distractingly hot Greene is.

Saturday night he was sincere, sexy, smart, honest, funny and vulnerable.  Rocking out on a handful of cover jams—including The Black Crowes’ “Hard to Handle” (must…resist…innuendo…), Slim Harpo’s “I’m a King Bee”  and Katy Perry’s “Firework”— he ruled the stage, charisma and sex-appeal fairly oozing from every pore.  But Greene was at his most compelling when he performed music he’d penned himself.  His candid songs gave the audience an intimate glimpse of his heart and mind.  And that honesty was beautiful.  It made him even more beautiful.

At one point in the evening, JAG mentioned that he’d be releasing a solo album this coming June.  I’ll be looking forward to it.  And to any and all gigs he plays between now and then.  You should too.

Photo: Julie DeMarre

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