With band in place and background vocalists doing every Temptations choreography known to man, I didn’t know whether Jill Scott was coming out or Gladys Knight. Once I saw Scott sashaying on stage, all was settled. One problem though. Now call me Eric Williams’ ex-wife and douse me with water flavored Ciroc, but didn’t Jill say she lost weight? Now mind you, I didn’t say my girl came on stage lookin’ like a quarter pounder with cheese but I wouldn’t be the self-proclaimed High Priestess of Shade if I didn’t call out this fishery. I didn’t see any real changes since she was here last year with Maxwell, did you? Perhaps that mesh top and liquid legging number she refuses to retire didn’t really do her justice or she thought she would fool the girls and her actual weight loss was from her pregnancy, not from doin’ sit-ups. Her bra-line entered into a never ending jiggle as she went into “Shame,” “Gimmie,” and “Hate On Me” while even squeezing in “La-di-da-di” with help from Doug E. Fresh on the beat box. Unfortunately for Jill, once she went heavy into some new unknown material, the masses went into a collective diabetic coma. Considering we live in the land of bandwagon musical tastes ( i.e. if it ain’t that Alabaster Creole known as Drake or asthmatic Weezy) we would need more than a couple of months to get into a new CD. I’m sure Scott will repay us for our deeds when she joins Beyonce-ville and shades us the next tour outing. Still, Scott managed to give rousing performances from staples like “The Way,” “A Long Walk,” and the closing “Golden.” All in all, my girl gave a healthy showing that definitely provided me with a good ole block party vibe. Mission accomplished!