With the three singers dressed as - what? wise men? pharoahs? - Watts led the 12 piece group through throwdown funk and jazz jam workouts with nimble turbulence. Watts' drumming, as always, was sharp and robust - the horns were excellent, if a little under-miked at times, and Jans Ingber stood out with hair-raising reach and fully hiphugging-bellbottom emotiveness. The guy is an absolute scary talent, fully at home in 70's soul both soloing and in conjuction with the other two.
Our first trip to the Aggie; the Ft Collins Halloween crowd was predictably weird and well-lubricated, and the theater itself has a rough, almost warehouse-like scruff to it that has a strangely charming appeal.
As for the picture, sorry about the idiot with the plastic light saber - this is the best of the four or five shots I managed to get with my crappy phone camera.
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