I had been looking forward to July 13 for a few weeks and had splurged on a VIP front-of-house ticket for this performance. I have to admit, I was a little scared to be disappointed. I hadn't heard the greatest things about her, one of my all-time-favourite blues artists.
Well, if you were there, you probably heard me screaming her name. I'm sure I annoyed everyone around me. I couldn't sit down, I couldn't shut up. I had lost all sense of my non-music personna and let loose. I was blown away by this almost 70-year-old legend; her vocals, in my opnion were as strong as ever and every tiny move, subtle (and sexy) antic and facial expression she made toward the audience were that of a seasoned pro. She rode the edge of that wave that keeps the audience shocked enough to stay interested. Her last number (of which the name escapes me) had tears streaming down my face.
If that wasn't enough, I had the pleasure of the company of Lame Buffalo, Anne and Maria Hawkins, who just happened to be celebrating a birthday that day. We ate, we sang, we danced, we cried. Oh, what a night.

