I arrived in Manhattan, checked in to my hotel, changed and waited for my best friend C to arrive so we could head out to the concert.
We were thrilled to be going to the concert but even more thrilled to hang out like we used to. We were celebrating C’s birthday and the opportunity for both of us to leave our Wonder Woman/Super Mommy capes at home. The night was strictly about us being girls and having fun.
When I got in the car, I had this look on my face….
Cheesing! Straight Cheesing!
We rushed over to get there in the hopes of scoring a visit with the man himself but our contact failed to come through. *sigh*
It didn’t stop the two of us from being excited. The crowd was full of gorgeous women. They were everywhere. I mean everywhere. If you are a single brother, you could have met Miss Right (or Miss Right now) last night.
The concert review?
Maxwell was great. To think that he hasn’t released any new music in six years and that he could just come out and sing like THAT? Yup, that’s talent.
Having seen him five times, this is a different Maxwell. He brought his GROWN MAN SEXINESS to the stage last night. Max wore a gray suit. His band wore suits. His backup singer wore a gorgoeous white gown. Very sophisticated and elegant.
Max has evolved into a man. A confident, sexy man. He brought all of his swagger last night and he did it with humbleness and sincerity. His appeal is not an act, it’s who he is. Naturally sexy. He was sooo channeling a young Marvin Gaye. HOT!!!
He had the ladies falling out at Radio City. LITERALLY. It felt like the front row of the five heartbeats when Eddie Kane Jr. is on the stage.
Not only that, but he gave shout outs to BROOKLYN his hometown. Gotta love that.
C and I had a few of these:
and commenced to screaming and carrying on like all of the other ladies present.
The high point of the night? Having *ahem* inside info on all things Maxwell, he had sent out word that he wanted some panties thrown on the stage when he comes to town. Well, a few of us got him these:
So we all signed them….someone may have put their phone number next to their name…AHEM….and when he was singing Til The Cops Come Knockin….
He stopped the song and said….”I’m working hard up here. Where are the panties?” Well all you could see was a big white cloud land right near him onstage.
He picked them up…..held them up and they spead from one of his shoulders to the next.
All he could say was “Damn! Somebody got some serious JUNK IN DA TRUNK!…..but that’s okay though! I ain’t scared.”
And he proceeded to lay the panties across his neck and sing. LMAO!
I love that man.
All in all….a great concert. His voice sounds like it always has….GREAT. His band? FABULOUS.
And when he sings Al Green’s Simply Beautiful? Stellar. He’s back and he’s still the Maxwell I love.
My hubby picked me up and as soon as I got in the car, I gave him a hug.
He side eyed me and said…”Hmph. You smell like Maxwell.”
“I wish honey. I wish.”