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"Come Over Here And Sit On Big Daddy's Lap"

I just got back from going to The Rhythm Room in downtown Phoenix with a few friends. There was a jazz band playing tonight. They weren't great, but they were pretty good. But I'll tell you what was great: the singer. Pete Pierson.

Picture a very large black man approximately sixty years of age in a bright scarlet suit with a matching scarlet fedora. He fills the room when he walks in, and you just know without anyone telling you that he is the singer.

He is the walking embodiment of pure old-school soul. All charm and deep south sass, the man is a treat to watch. At one point he actually came down onto the floor and began singing to the ladies. And we're not talking like singing cheezey love-song lyrics to them, no no. This was improvisational jazz, so they were imporvisational lyrics. He actually sang the title of this post to them:

"Come Over Here And Sit On Big Daddy's Lap"

And as silly as it looks on paper, he actually managed to make it sound a little charming, in a silly way, but still charming. And the ladies did it! They sat in his lap. And kissed his cheek. And posed for a few pictures. It was so much fun to see him having so much fun at his job.

There's something magical about this man. He has a power that few men do. The only others that I have seen that have a similar magnetic glow are religious figures like Desmond Tutu and The Dalai Lama. Maybe he missed his calling. He could have been a magnificent preacher with that set of lungs he's got on him.