I saw the Rene Simard production of Génération Motown at the Hull Casino, and let me tell ya, it was a good show. We were at a table right in the front row, and it was cool! Big ups to my babees Snooky, MC (who is hands down, my favourite person to sing with EVER), and Dawn! The little things that got on my nerves didn't really leave a lasting impression on me, because the setup was hot, the music selection was the bomb, and the dancers were amazing (although there was this one scary dancer chick who was scarily coked-up hyper and was wearing a pair of pants that gave her a serious case of camel toe. Let me tell you, cute as she was, noone wanted to see her hot dog bun.)
And dayumn, they had a new addition to the troupe, Franck. Brother can SANG. That is all.
At one point, when the Rick James tribute came out (yes, you heard me) I desperately, burningly, wanted to shout out, "CHARLIE MURPHY!!!" but I was too close to the stage. If I'd only have been like, three rows back, I could have been loud enough for them to hear me, but not close enough for them to know it was me.
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