"TONIGHT". You know what I love about "TONIGHT"? It’s happening right now. Yes, its always *tonight*, but when there is a purpose, a *thing* associated with it, a gig even … its TONIGHT.
TONIGHT I am at the Jazz Cafe in London, UK and I am standing up against the stage waiting for Bettye Lavette to come on and get right into her down and dirty Soul Strut.
See, that is the beauty of now, or rather when *now’s* collide (or collude, as my iPhone spell check suggested). My now and Bettye’s now are about to share the same space and strike the same sparks.
Bettye will sing and I will sing along with her at the same time, in the same place. That’s so fucking Now.
Live. Now. TONIGHT.