“M.J. LIVES!!!” 9/23/11 Branford CT La Luna

My evening at La Luna commences on a very humid, warm, rainy Friday evening…

Down bottom: Dark skinny jeans with stretch (forgiver of MANY sins…)

Up top: A multi-colored pink sheer print long sleeved tunic type top with slits at both sides, beading at collarline (kinda bohemian but SO pretty)

Rock bottom: 4 inch heeled pumps, metallic silver peep-toe booties

The finisher: huge silver hoop earrings, lots of bangles in silver, pink, purple, silver wristwatch

Hair day: Good (but could have used a “line”)

Ride or Die: Die (rolled solo)

Order up! Nachos: A pile of dry chips, minimal cheese melted in to form an almost unbreakable cement-like structure and buffalo wings that saved the day, served with bleu cheese that was wonderfully chunky with bleu cheese crumbles and cold crisp celery…

I arrived alone at approximately 9.20p.m. to find “The Rahsaan Langley Project” band in full swing, compromised of a keyboard player, drummer, lead guitar and vocals…this was my first experience at this venue which is basically a restaurant that serves Italian fare so I was anxious to scope things out: There were several people holding court at the bar, far fewer in the area that the band was playing that was directly adjacent to the bar but hey, the night’s still young, right? SO as per my usual, I stroll in, find a good table to post up at (note: a “good table” must meet certain specific criteria: it must have optimal view of 1. the band in question, 2. must be able to see everyone in the room/dance floor for optimal people-watching and finally, 3. must be able to see the entrance, i.e. who’s coming and going — that’s all part of the build-up!)…and I hang out and wait for something “intriguing & bloggable”…my wish was granted when not long after I settled in with a Coke and a late night menu, I notice the vocalist of the band “Frontman R.L.” is telling the crowd that he’s feeling silly while he’s working hard at keeping the energy for the evening up and pumping up the crowd while singing and being interactive with fans even though everyone there seems to want to chill (like me) at first… a gentleman of “a certain age” wearing sneakers, a fitted baseball cap (WHO does that at his age??? anyway…) and a throwback sports jersey gets up and reports front and center to the middle of the dance floor, minus a partner because HEY, when you’re rocking swagg like that, WHO needs a partner? He starts snaking, pop-locking, and gyrating all over the place—even dropping it low…ok, mildly entertaining…UNTIL a woman at his table who I assume was “with him” joined him and they started doing something “lambada-esque” with each other. My night JUST got a little better…then enter the blonde woman “of a certain age”, we’ll call her “Twinkle Toes”, ole T.T. was another solitary dancer from the bar side but was clearly dertermined to not go it alone, since she made it a point to try & get EVERYone that she DIDN’T know up to dance…I guess her friends hanging out at the bar were exempt? Her diligent efforts were soon rewarded as the band crashed into a rousing rendition of “Jump”by Van Halen, kudos to the band for their musical diversity, that resulted in a few more willing dancers to hit the floor…and so was the ebb and flow of the evening–because I’m still posted up quietly enjoying myself and my people watching–when a familiar tune began to play: “Do I Do” by Stevie Wonder…”OH SNAP! I LOVE THIS SONG!!!!” was my last thought as I contemplated whether or not I felt like “chair dancing” or actually getting up and bustin’ a move when all of a sudden the band’s frontman R.L. stops singing after the first few words and says “Wait a minute! IIIII know who sings this song!!!” and looked DIRECTLY at me and calls me to the stage while introducing me to the small but mighty crowd…well I’ll be DAMNED…so I take the stage, belt it out, crowd seemed to like it so I’m all good, return to my seat and THEN my might got catapulted into people watching heaven: “Frontman R.L.” then introduces his nephew and invites him to come do a song as the band launches into the heavy immediately recognizable beat of “Billie Jean”: “Nephew” is tall, light skinned, with almost shoulder-length dark brown hair that I think was blow dried and pressed and he wore it M.J. style–only without the “wet look”, he completed his look with a black Ed Hardy tee shirt, stone washed jeans, a “smedium” black jacket and black dress shoes and really did bear a very interesting resemblance to his “Frontman” uncle…I can hardly contain my excitement while I watch “Nephew” sing, dance & gesticulate with a very decidedly M.J. vibe–and he FEELS it, every BIT of it–I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone who seemed damn near possessed by M.J.’s spirit like this kid–he most definitely got an “E” for effort and really was the high point of the night…although he and his female companion got negative points for standing directly in front of my table very effectively blocking my view to take video footage of the band via cellphone for more than a couple minutes, and at one point the female friend of M.J. impersonator “Nephew” had her behind resting on my table while I was eating. UGH…WHY do people just not get it? The fact that it was not a HUGE booty wasn’t quite the issue as much as the lack of etiquette behind it. DID I launch into “YOU’RE RUDE” mode? Interestingly enough my curiosity at how long this was to go on before they “GOT IT” and went back to their own table was overruled– instead of  my “Miss Correctol” rules of etiquette shining assertively through…wasn’t long before I got my answer when they both sat down. AT MY TABLE. What was wrong with THEIR table? It was RIGHT next to the stage and mine was in front and to the right…here we go…FINALLY after what seemed like hours, they disappear away and I pull both chairs in to the table…hint? My hard work paid off as they didn’t return to my table but did enjoy the rest of the evening until it was time to go. So I’m noticing that there ended up to be quite a diverse mix of dancers on the floor, some black, some white, ALL having a good time to all genres of music. Shout out to the white overweight couple with the salt & pepper gray hair that sat for the first half of the evening looking rather perplexed at the band, at least the “husband” in the pair seemed to have a tad more musical instinct than “wife” who sat staring at the band with a sort of catatonic-like gaze…maybe she had “the itis”….or just maybe…she felt the need to “drop the mic and walk out”…


About Drops The Mic and Walks Out

People watcher, lover of most things creative, laugher, daydreamer, intense observer...This blog is merely a recounting of events and experiences that are, well...MINE...although this blog is a work of real events and is NOT intended to hurt, malign, embarrass or otherwise stick anyone out--I won't apologize for offending anyone, if you aren't amused, move your mouse to the upper right hand corner, hover over the "x" and *click*...while you drop your mic and walk out...

Posted on 09/23/2011, in music. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Girl, girl, girrrrl…you had me at the man “of a certain age” with that bodacious swag! Hurry up and go out again so you may write more. I’ve subscribed via email and look forward to the next!

  2. Loving the blog! I felt like I was there, keep it coming!

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