The (Secret) Diary of Jesse Dore

Jesse Dore; General Manager and booking agent of the Corktown Tavern (Hamilton, ON) and all around nice guy. Side jobs include, door fixer, rain preventer, sound maker AND theatrical performer.

Now, I know what you’re thinking. “Jesse? OUR Jesse? Our own Jesse Dore? I had freaking NO idea! Since when?” Well.. since Saturday August 29th at approximetely 8:55pm.

I’m dishing the dirt Jesse. I’m sorry, but I feel that this new talent of yours is great enough to be shared with the world.

His grace wilst dancing is a sight to be saved on memory cards for cell phones and cameras across our great city and beyond. It’s as if his movements are captured and overtaken by the Earths elements. The passion oozes with every fluid motion. Oozes people; oozes. His ability to become any character is a feat many attempt to aquire within long careers of rejected auditions and failed series pilots.

While sitting at the Corktown on the previously mentioned date, Jesse was busy. Not too busy though to comment on the unkempt styling of Max Wray’s hair following a down pour that’s become all too familiar this summer. With several gestures, Jesse became; literally became the leader of the T-Birds, with a “swoosh” through the hair mimiking a comb running through either side of his fine coiff. Simultaneously his effortless feet barely grazed the floor mimicking the dance that made John Travolta famous in Grease.

I wish you’d been there. For realsies. All within these few seconds of displayed talent Jesse also accomplished a massive burn at the cost of Max Wray’s ego. Well done Sir!

As I sat in disbelief and awe of both instances, I requested to know the next production that he would be performing in. Without disclosure of such information, I threatened to write this blog in order to get it out of him, (as threatening is the Hamilton way to get what you want I’m told). His reply was “It makes me feel that you’re just <going to be> telling everyone that reads your blog that I’m gay.” To which Max replied, “So… what… 4 people will think you’re gay?”

Burn Max. Burn.

Keep your eyes peeled on stages across the GTA. This boy’s gonna be a star!