So I’m thinking that whole post about how I was basically forced to read Mindy Kaling’s book because of my library hold system prowess might prompt a “Thanks for a post about how much you like my book now could you go actually buy the damn thing it’s not like I’m writing for fun, here” response.
Which in turn reminded me of the night I met Jack Johnson and told him I stole all his music:
My brother and some friends and I went to see Jack Johnson right when his “Brushfire Fairytales” was juuuuuuuuuuuuuust becoming big news. He was playing at a great but small bar in Arlington, VA (Whitlows on Wilson, for those who know/care.)
Given the small venue, the line to get in was insane. It was one in/one out by that point and we were totally kicking ourselves because my brother lives like three blocks away, and the only reason we didn’t get there earlier was because we were watching reruns of Seinfeld (our bad.) We had just gotten to the front of the line when the bouncer asked us “Hey, are you guys like, real fans? If so, leave one person in line and the rest of you go around to the parking lot.” When we got back there, we found Jack Johnson playing an acoustic set (with his drummer on bongos) for everyone who couldn’t get in (the opening act was currently on stage.) (This is in no related to how I made a total jack(johnson) ass of myself, just kind of a cool part of that night. Well done, sir. Well done.)
Anyway, we finally did get in before the opening act ended, and my brother and I found ourselves standing next to Jack Johnson himself at the back bar. Super excited, we started going on and on and on about how much we LOVED Brushfire Fairytales. (It’s true! I loved that CD. LOVED IT!) I told Jack “My brother burned the disk for me, and now every time a friend of mine hears it they want a copy ,and we burn it for them, and it’s basically taking over my college campus!” and my brother chimed “Yeah, we’re burned it for like, everyone we know! Everyone loves it!” to which Jack replied: “Guys, that’s awesome. But it’d be even awesomer if you actually BOUGHT the CD. Just saying”
Doh. Good point, Jack. Our bad.
InnerTeub 
yeah – that was probably one of the best/coolest concerts i’ve ever been to. We were totally ahead of the Jack Johnson wave and Jack was so cool because (a) he played for all the people who couldn’t get in; (b) he was travelling the country in a van with his wife; (c) he hung out at the bar after the show to talk to people.
A great night indeed.