New venue to be Tiger Room?
So there’s this movie out now called “The Rocker” that stars Rainn Wilson as an aging refugee from a metal band whose delusions of stardom are given fresh plasma when his musician nephew asks him to drum at a school dance.
If you read my column three weeks ago (and I am not going to get all worked up if you didn’t, but I must admit – since we have vowed to always be honest with each other – that I am a little hurt), you know that Wilson’s character books a gig for his nephew’s band at “the Tiger Room” in Fort Wayne.
At the time I claimed – with a fair amount of certainty – that there isn’t a venue in Fort Wayne called the Tiger Room.
Now, I am prepared to amend that.
I am prepared to almost amend it.
See, there’s this new live-music venue behind the ingratiating eatery and imbibery known as Calhoun Street Soup, Salad and Spirits at 1915 S. Calhoun St.
It is run by the same people who run the restaurant, and folks in the know, like One Lucky Guitar’s Matt Kelley, predict this space is the next big thing on the local live-music scene.
The venue doesn’t have a name as yet, so some of the bands that have performed there have nicknamed it “the Tiger Room.”
Last week I called Donna Kessler, the proprietress of Calhoun Street Soup, Salad and Spirits, and asked her a fateful question: “Why not formally, officially and legally bindingly call it the Tiger Room?”
“I think it would be hysterical,” she said. “I think that would be awesome; so incredibly funny. I wouldn’t have a problem with that at all.”
Kessler said she has to check with the building’s owner, Leo Vodde, but she doesn’t think he’ll have a problem with it either.
Kelley is already working on a logo.
The die has been cast.
The gauntlet has been thrown down.
The line has been drawn in the sand.
The bed has been made; it is now up to us to lie on it.
You have no idea what I’m talking about and neither do I.
But wouldn’t it be cool if Fort Wayne actually had a venue called the Tiger Room?
Not monumental.
But definitely cool.
There’s a lot I’ve been feeling ranty about, so I am prepared to unleash a flurry of microrants and present them – for no good reason – in the “three dot” style of vintage gossip columnists.