The keys player took the mic again, “You ready to keep this party moving? If you have a drink in your hand, please raise it in the air. If not, just put your hands in the air.” Everybody clapped their hands and stomped their feet. They screamed and shouted to show their love and support.ĬB returned in a burgundy jumpsuit and a black robe with an Egyptian pharaoh on the back. The life juice of the 67 year old Screamin’ Eagle of Soul needs to be bottled and served. I wonder what magic potion Charles sipped on backstage, it had to be something special. As it ended, crowd members could not contain themselves. Just when the audience thought it was over, the band transitioned back in to the jam session. Sans Bradley, the sax player took the spotlight. Without missing a step, his Extraordinaires held their own. CB showed off his hip thrusting ability.Īfter the song was over, Charles Bradley left the stage. The keys player’s scrunched face remained. During “You Put The Flame On It,” the horn section, the guitarist, and the crowd sang back up. He crouched on the ground before rising to do one his signature moves, the robot. “Fellas, break it down,” said Charles to his band. Charles Bradley takes you to a place that you can’t easily be transported to or explain once you come back from it.īradley is a man possessed, he took off his jacket for the next one. The keys player scrunched his face as he played his part of “Nobody But You.” Nobody but Charles can shriek and scream at the top of their lungs and hit you right in your chest. I resigned myself to the performance – I was fully immersed in it. Bradley twirled to reveal a skull on the back of his white leather jacket. The horn players had tambourines on their elbows, at the ready. This man is unable to communicate with anything less than everything he’s got. When Charles says he loves you you can bet he means it. He mimed a heart, grabbed the microphone and started singing “Heartaches and Pain.” Everybody in the crowd smiled. The audience responded with yeaaaas and wooooos.Ĭharles Bradley entered from stage left in a white suit with silver sequins on it. They transitioned in to a slow groove the keys player took centre stage to do his introduction. “Are y’all ready for some good lovin?” he asked. From left to right, his Extraordinaires were trumpet, saxophone, keys, drums, bass, and guitar. There was still no sign of the man but the band was grooving. Distorted guitar blasted through the speakers. People let out loud screams as the projector screens went up and the lights went down. It was a sea of soul sisters and soul brothers. The balconies and the seats turned to standing room only. I polled some friends and I reached the consensus that it’s the best in the city. Seeing Charles Bradley in Vancouver at the Commodore last night was my first time at the venue.
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