Much to the longing of my social and live music needs, I was invited out by a fellow mom for a girls’ night out at the Commodore Ballroom – Jamie Cullum was in town last night and I knew enough of him to figure this could be a decent show and, if nothing else, it was a good reason for an evening out now that babyQ is 4 1/2 months old and Mr.Q would be staying home to look after her.
Despite the potential for a socially awkward evening with four other random girls – only one of whom I sort of knew, and three of whom knew each other because they had been significantly romantically involved with the same fellow – it turned out to be an easy date.
And oh-so well worth the forty bucks.
Jamie Cullum went from Cool Little Jazzy British Guy to OhMyFuckingGodThisGuyIsBrilliant. I was a little worried that he wouldn’t hold up live but, damn, how happy I was to be wrong. He is a complete stage whore [and I mean that in the best possible way – right in with Gerald Eaton for presence and charisma] and had the entire crowd eating out of his hand, while conducting us, choir like, in an attempt to have hundreds of drunk people sing harmonies. There were disturbingly good covers of Since You’ve Been Gone, SexyBack, Seven Nation Army and High and Dry. Despite his best efforts, though, nothing good can come of the Pussycat Dolls’ Don’ Cha, no matter how hard one tries… The miracle? He actually made me like Blame it On My Youth – I’d yet to hear a version that I could tolerate, but his had me singing along.
Hell, I haven’t even begun on the rich original material, the mind-boggling piano playing nor the microphone antics. But, I’ll lay off before I begin to sound like some teenaged [oh, remember when?], drunk [nary a sip], hormonal [uh…maybe] groupie. Sufficed to say, it was a damned fine concert. He even managed to snag an equally lovely opening act in Josh Ritter. Yes, he made me feel old, but I’ve added his CD to my Christmas list anyway.
Sigh. I’ve had my live show fix for a while, now. We already have Holly Cole tickets for December and I now may be able to bring myself to start watching the concert listings again – perhaps even throw in a babyQ friendly matinee…? Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go find a full, rich, baritone-ish Brit voice to listen to.