Uncle Charlie came through the Lou for his annual concert showcase at the Fox theatre on Saturday. And as usual he rode the funk train in, bedazzled the crowd with his glow in the dark suit game, thrilled us with a symphony of fake violin players and wowed the folks with how he keeps the pace on stage as a man of a certain age and can hold his own against performers half his age. I promise every time I see Charlie in action it makes me think “Trey Songz should be ashamed of himself.” But anyway, I started to cut and paste my take on his show last year because it was the same show – except for the fact that I think he took a Cialis too soon because he was hunching and humping the side of the stage like nobody’s business. As usual, he sounded great and the crowd loved him, especially the Crosby, Stills and Nash looking crew to my immediate left. I guess he says “if it ain’t broke…you know the rest.” But I will tell you the one thing that was out of order for the evening – the Tookie Williams prison plaits boldly worn by one of the backup dancers. I spent the whole night painting scenarios in my head. “Did her wig fall off during the funk train stomp down?” “Maybe she left the wig at their last show in KC?” Perhaps she ran low on bobby pins and her fellow dancers didn’t hook her up.” Now don’t get it twisted, I’m pro natural, but I don’t understand why she didn’t opt for a sickening twist out or larger than life from when the rest of the dance crew was serving “Solid Gold” style big hair from the heart of Texas. I mean, her face was beat and her outfits were glamorous, but she was giving off an elderly Celie.