At Last....

Last night we went to opening night of At Last: The Etta James Story starring the amazing Vika Bull. I was already an Etta James fan but now I'm a die hard Vika Bull fan. Her voice left me speechless. I only wish it left the drunks behind me speechless too. But no, they sang along to every note and warble.

This is a narrative concert. So you learn about Etta's troubled life in between hearing her hits. I loved hearing these little snippets. Once when she was asked to describe her singing style she responded that singing allowed her to vent 'All this bitch shit inside of me'. I think that's my blog style too.

Not only was Vika awesome, her musicians were excellent too. I loved watching them and found myself getting distracted by watching them working together. I loved seeing them looking and watch for each others subtle cues.

Usually, I'm like an emotional rock but my eyes did fill with tears when Vika sang 'At Last'.

Afterwards, we joined the star, musicians and crew for drinks.

The star

The freaking awesome Vika Bull

The Musical director - Piano and Keyboards

John McAll

Chillaxing with the guitar dudes

Chris Bekker - Bass &  Dion Hirini - Guitar

What I wore: Brown, a lot of brown with a faux fur shrug from Myer. A sexy pair of overpriced booties that I'm not even close to reaching acceptable cost-per-wear. A tan, handmade, envelope clutch from Som & Tooby (I added my own dingle dangle). Warm & Fozzy OPI nails, Maybelline Plum Perfect lipstick

This was an excellent way to spend an evening.

It's not too late. This show runs until 9 June. You can find details here