I love music and live music is euphoria to me. It had been a while since I had been to a concert. You all know I get out to the Jazz Fest every year but I mean a real purchase my tickets show – not since the OTR show. This wasn’t going to be my fate in 2016. The way the year was shaping up, I better get out and see my favorites before I get a breaking news notification on my phone. RIP Prince. I didn’t get to all the shows but I saw a few.
It all started with Foreign Exchange. After a change in plans, I ended up going to this show alone. Needless to say, I always know somebody when I’m out but I truly enjoyed myself and will check them out again in the future.
The Queen announced her tour after Lemonade dropped and I had my coins together to purchase my tickets. As I sat at my desk in some serious password detective work with Wait Wait Whut, we finally got through and got my tickets. I didn’t know who I was going with but I had 2 seats at Ford Field in Detroit. I had never witnessed Beyonce perform a solo concert. She was amazing! I sang along with my favorite songs old and new. This was a perfect way to start the summer.
In Detroit, we have this thing called River Days and it filled with family fun and music. We’re a music town (only second to being a car town.) I had to see one of the greatest performers and bands of my life on the schedule. This year I saw Mint Condition and Jeffery Osborne. Would you believe it started raining? Not a big deal for me, I have the hook up to the VIP tent and was shielded from the elements. It was truly an enjoyable evening.
The Jazz Fest allowed me to witness a portion of greatness through the lips of Roy Hargrove. He was accompanied by the DSO Strings section to play selection from his album Moment to Moment. It was a beautiful set filled with memories and classics such as You Go To My Head and I’m Glad There Is You. There was a quiet murmur in the Carhartt Amphitheater with regard to the performer’s current drug use. I tuned that out and listened to the familiar sounds of the strings and the trumpet. He was the highlight of my Labor Day weekend and I saw both shows.
The final show came after listening to The Heart Speaks In Whispers album by Corrine Bailey Rae multiple times and deciding I needed to see her live. The again, I sang along to the tunes and swayed my narrow hips and newfound weight. Yes, I traveled to St.Louis to see her but it was well worth it.