I love a good skat

I like Al Jarreau, I really do. Y’know, he’s one of those artists that you don’t realize how much you really like until you’re sitting there listening to him in concert. We went to see him last night, the hubby and I. Hubby really, really likes him, has ever since our college days. I remember him serenading me with Jarreau’s “Tenderness” album on more than one occasion (he’d probably deny it on pain of death now…lol).

So we dressed up, I was understated Manhattan chic and looking as fine as I wanted to (hey, it’s my story, I’ll tell it how I please!). Anywho, we dropped the kids off with our neighbors (Louis if you’re reading this, you guys rock!) and headed out to New Brunswick. It was bitter cold too but we were gonna hit the town or go out trying…lol. The funny thing is if you know Al, he’s kind of an eclectic mix of Bill Cosby and Smoky Robinson and he just doesn’t give a damn. I mean the man’s been around since the 70’s, he’ll say what he pleases, when he pleases, how he pleases. He had us rolling; all talking up in between songs and stuff, calling people out in the audience and just strutting around the stage like it wasn’t nothing but a thang. And the man can skat…when he starts making those noises with his mouth, I still can’t figure out how he does it?

It was a really nice evening out; we were definitely out of our generational element judging by the sea of salt-and-pepper heads bobbing around us. Why do old folks always try to act like they’re distinguished and important? Just milling around in their 3-piece suits, fedora’s and fancy furs acting like their sh** don’t stink?

But I digress, as I said, it was a really nice evening out and I discovered that I really, really like Al Jarreau. So what did you do this weekend?