Welcome to Crush Beat, BitchBuzz's awesome new mag where we discuss all of our favorite crushes! This week's mega Crush? The super-sexy accordion player, Jason Webley. Our Crush Beat correspondent, Ondine Westbrook explains her newfound love for this accordion squeezin' hottie...
I didn't expect to fall in love. I especially didn't expect to fall in love with the shabby-looking accordionist, and certainly not with my husband standing directly behind me (awkward). But when love finds you, who are you to deny it?
When Jason Webley first took the stage to introduce the Monsters of Accordion show in San Francisco Saturday night, I was unimpressed. With his trench coat, long stringy hair, and hat stiff with dirt and age, he instantly called to mind Lazlo from Real Genius. His manner was self-conscious and almost apologetic for his existence. He was the last one to take the stage that night, and I was tired and ready to go home.
That changed immediately upon the first note he squeezed out. With his back turned to the audience, he pumped the bellows like a bellow-pumping madman, stomping his feet for emphasis and percussion. When he finally whirled around to face the audience, he had a Twilight Zone-esque mask perched upon his face, sneering at us.
I was immediately smitten.
The rest of the show he did everything in his power to make sure I remained deeply and firmly entrenched in smit. He led us in drinking songs. He advised us to spin around in circles to get “completely and economically fucked up.” HE SANG ABOUT ELEPHANTS. Then, as if to underline his signature on our marriage certificate, he performed a song that made my stomach decide it wanted to be on the floor. Called “Last Song,” it was so haunting and so beautiful it damn near made me weep. I couldn’t move. I barely breathed.
When the last note died out I turned to my husband. “Sorry, honey. I’m afraid I have to leave you now.” He nodded somberly and thoughtfully. “Yes. I know,” he said.
Original image of Jason via his official site