we saw anita baker tonight. I think we were the experimental show.
she was over an hour late and they were signalling to the warm-up comic to stre-e-etch his act. he started a bit about women he’d be interested in needed to have all of their teeth. “He gettin picky,” replied the woman seated nearby. She said that like he personally insulted her.
later on someone 2 rows down in front got up when it was their song and she was the only one dancing in our section, as the venue leaned toward a more mature, sedate crowd. the guy behind her was annoyed as he had to shift back, forth, left, and right to catch anita as she moved around. I don’t know how i know this, but I’m sure he was wishing he had one of them poison dart blowguns.