Dang Monday holidays…
Because I kept thinking it was Sunday (KOCO was off the chaim!) I not only was cussing HBO and AMC for not showing True Blood or Mad Men, I was caught up in Hoarders and tweeting and forgot to post.
My hate/hate relationship with Philly has swung to hate/dislike. Thanks to State Senator Anthony Hardy Williams, I was able to see Chrisette Michele for free. Trust, the next time she comes to town, I will be front and center!
Mr Williams hosted his 21st annual Neighborhood to Neighborhood Street Festival from 49 to 52nd Street on Baltimore Ave. In addition to Chrisette Michele, Macy Gray and a local gospel talent, Tamika Patton performed. There were tables offering lovely items for sale and things for the kids to do. Last year Robin Thicke performed. Philly gets it in for Labor Day weekend.
Normally I hate being in chaotic crowds, and the thought of being close to 52nd Street with no prearranged seating wasn’t sitting well either. Things like this can go two ways: either everybody gets along or some people decide to act a fool. Fortunately, this was a mini love fest.
It’s a shame that because Chrisette Michele doesn’t gyrate across the stage, dress with all her goods hanging out or try to overcompensate for lack of talent by having an elaborate show she doesn’t get the recognition she deserves. Her voice…her range…her lyrics!
We left our kids with The Mister’s aunt who conveniently lives around the corner, but Bubbles! was there. To be ten and find this fun again:
The Mister, despite poaching music from my iTunes, didn’t know who Chrisette Michele was at first. And with her hair growing back in I almost didn’t recognize her. But once she opened her mouth and begin to sing, there was no doubt who I was seeing.
She sang songs from her second album, Epiphany, and although I like this album, I like the love and relationship flow of her first album, I Am. She sang the songs Golden and If I Have My Way. The crowd, well me! went crazy! There aren’t words to describe her voice. It’s a unique blend of jazz, soul, pop.
Cell phones and mobile devices were burning up as the crowd tried to immortalize the show. The Mister quipped: “who do you all think you are, Rerun at the Doobie Brothers concert?”
Here’s my Rerun Moment:
You may hear me singing along.
***Big shout out to Dalila Robin, radio hostest with some hot music! She tweeted from the concert. I almost headed home because I was just TIRED, but her tweets compelled me to go. Glad I did!
– Created on the fly by Mrsrkfj