On Monday night Lexie, her brother Jeremy, and myself, took the bus to the Park Hotel to see Jamie Cullum's Chicago gig.
I had heard of Britain's "Sinatra in Sneakers", but I was not as much a fan as Lex and Jeremy. So I thought they were both going to have a coniption when he wandered into the Subway restaurant we were eating in before the show. He signed our concert tickets and everything. Bless.
Not being a fan per se didn't matter because Jamie's music, his energy, his style, and his band were absolutely infectious and pretty soon I was bopping along with the sell-out crowd and cheering my lungs out.
There was even a young girl, possibly 15 or 16, that was "dry humping" the stage right up the front, and making some rather lewd gestures with her tongue at Jamie, and then at the percussionist. It's a testament to their professionalism that they were not more distracted by her antics. All that hair-flipping and pelvis-thrusting (aka "Come To Me" lunges) had to put them off - surely...
So now I am quite the fan and actually looking forward to buying his latest album, Catching Tales. I know, I'm such a victim. Rock on!
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Speaking of concert itckets and associated paraphenalia - James Blunt Adeladie appearance is also sold out so dan'y make the trip home to catch him here.
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