This was just like the good old days - or was it the bad old days when livestreams prevailed? I guess it was a bit of both. I'd have loved to be at the 606 tonight but, with close on 300 miles between us I guess I'm excused..
Fortunately, just as Covid hasn't totally gone away (booster jab on Thursday), nor have livestreams from the 606.
I must confess Tommy Blaize isn't a name that I was too familiar with. All I knew was that he was causing knees to tremble and hearts to flutter on a television programme called Strictly Come Dancing. It's a while since I watched the show. In fact, to put it in a time frame, the last time I watched it they hadn't prefixed it with Strictly and Victor Silvester may have been involved. Nowadays the aficionados have dispensed with the latter two words i.e "Did you watch Strictly last night? I thought so and so should have won."
Well let me tell that after tonight I too will be watching Strictly just to hear more of Tommy.
A funky, soul cum blues set that had the room rockin' in a gentile sort of way although the blast on Johnny 'Guitar' Watson's Gangster of Love suggested that in the unstreamed second set gentility would be a dirty word.
Dispensing with the band he then sat at the piano and sang My Girl before returning to centre stage for a rather lovely Waltz For Debby, an impromptu Georgia on my Mind and then it was Gangster of Love and out.
Special mention for the band who played like they'd been born and bred in the Motor City although, I guess it would be Dagenham rather than Detroit although you'd never have guessed! - Lance
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