A STL funny legacy. I really hate it when events fall on a Wednesday, because it feels like five weeks ago by the time I write about it. Oh well. Here we go. Our homeboy Joe Torry brought his comedy home to some of the first folks to hear his jokes – and I was glad to be in the building. He’s been at City Winery locations in some major cities – ATL, Chicago, Oakland, etc. But I’m sure he knows after his STL set that there is no place like home. Southwest and Lincoln were definitely in the building. I got some cute chuckles from Joe. And I felt like a proud auntie when Joe’s son had me hollering. From now on, He will be known to me as Killa Kam, because Kameron had me on the floor. I love it when the next generation makes their bloodline proud. And if things go the way they should, Kameron Torry is a name we will all get to know – and not just because of his daddy. But back to the show. City Winery did me a solid by perching me next to Darius Bradford. He deserved a love offering from Joe and ‘nem by how he added 10x to the jokes with his shenanigans from the seat. I’m gonna be hollering back to back in the name of a Torry, because Guy Torry will be tearing it up THIS WEEKEND at the St. Louis Funny Bone in Westport Plaza. I can wait for the triple dose of Torry!
Chrisette in the city. Since I’m already talking about City Winery, I might as well talk about my girl Chrisette Michele singing the stage down when she came to town. I was sad that I wasn’t able to make it to the City Winery shows because I was out in these streets so heavy. But when I tell you the fact that the Lord saw fit for Chrisette to pop up at 922, I was up in the club shouting “won’t he do it!” Yes, Chrisette Michele. Yes, that 922 – the one in Jennings. I would have missed it if I hadn’t been breaking my New Year’s diet up in the White Castle drive-thru on Jennings Station Road, I would have missed it all. Me getting my number 2 with bottom buns and cheese on my fries was the perfect example of what the devil meant for evil, God meant for good. Because gluttony had me right down the street when the FB Lives popped up on me. I ran up in there like somebody was chasing me. And I was right on time to catch yet another powerhouse vocalist show these stars what our region is made of. True, girl, you did that! Seeing Truenessia Combs and Chrisette Michele scat it out to “Summertime” in Jennings was absolutely not on my 2026 bingo card. But the fact that it happened let me know that 2026 is about to be on one in the best way possible. The bad news is that I might have trade my car in, because the double cheeseburger with extra onions smell is apparently here to stay. I was sad that I didn’t get to catch a whole show, but then I saw a flyer about her doing a pop-up show at the National Blues Museum Monday night. I thought I was gonna have another Chrisette Michelle praise report. Not so much. I pulled up, expecting to be fashionably late. I saw Chrisette and her band playing around on the stage, but not a soul in the seats. The speakers weren’t on, so I couldn’t hear what was happening. I sat there for twenty minutes and then punched after being fearful of looking like a stalker. I found out the next day the Blues Museum show was canceled, but I’m still counting my blessings – and thrilled with how True turned it out with her and the band at 922.
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Kut and Steve Lacy strike again. The folks were really taking advantage of us not having to go to work the next day, because I was out in these streets worse than those monkeys on Sunday. My first stop was The Experience II: MLK Edition. If I’m being fully transparent I can feel a type of way about nightlife events that use Dr. King’s name or likeness. But in Steve Lacy and DJ Kut’s defense, they didn’t put Dr. King on a flyer – remember that one circulating a few years ago with an iced out grill and gold chains? And Steve and Kut (and special features Ebony and DJ Bounce) gave yet another party that we will be talking about until their next party. The folks of a certain age were in the place to be at Private Nightclub (formerly Maurizio’s). PETA would not have been pleased with some of the outfit choices, but they ought to know us by now. We’ve been rocking “mink stoves” and full-length furs with matching hats since the Harlem Renaissance. If I had been wearing those animals while getting down on the dancefloor with my new pet perimenopause, they would have had to treat me for a heat stroke in the middle of a freezing weather advisory. It made for great people watching, though. All of my faves were in the place. Ebony, those finger waves were waving! It was so________[insert new slang for “lit] that I was a bit underwhelmed when I made my way to Treasures for the “Tonight’s Conversation” afterset hosted by chocolate heartthrob Lance Gross. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t mad at it. I just knew the windows would be sweating thanks to the folks packing the set to the gills…and…well…not so much.