Imagine a smile.
Imagine a smile so disarming, that other smiles sheepishly excuse themselves to comtemplate other lines of work. Knives find themselves longing to be spoons, axes amidst the confusion wanting to be melted into wall sconces. Well, you get the idea.
Ahem.
Take said smile, add wavy locks, hilarious t-shirts, comfy jeans, and a cane (tweed jacket optional). Bake ingredients in the fires of love and courage at nuclear reactor intensity and we might imagine forging our very own singer-songwriter, Jason Misrahi.
We'd want to believe this anyway, such is the strength of his attraction. But, no worries. There are always his concerts, where plucks and strums layer melodic wisdoms, hot-wired from life experience and jacked directly into our hearts and minds.
Side effects are not harmful. Though the urge to sit as closely as possible may cause discomfort if one happens to park in front of an amp or squished into a fellow listener; a small price gladly paid, while trying to drink it all in with the ferocity of a sun-cracked desert.
If ever the chance arises, suggest grabbing a drink in the L.E.S. and ensconce yourself in the warmth and promise of that smile, while charmed through a night of laughs. And, if you happen to get close to him, you may just get lucky enough to be thwapped by his cane.
The kid with the cane, the handicapped crooner, Jason Misrahi doesn't steal hearts. He doesn't need to, when they are gift-wrapped and offered as tribute. In return for those donations, he continues to consume life with that blazing courage and share the dining experience so vividly that we too, feel compelled to keep dining as voraciously.
As he sings, "It's not brave, if you're not scared."
No action we take can be considered brave without first scaring the shhhhhhiii... breath out of us. And, when we can't always be brave, we can listen to his music and find love and inspiration.
-MJ, Red House Productions