I went to see James Hunter in concert last night. Hunter is a gem of a singer/songwriter from the UK. His sound is reminiscent of Sam Cooke, Nat King Cole with a bit of Ray Charles thrown in. Van Morrison is a huge fan. He says, "James is one of the best voices, and best kept secrets, in British R&B and Soul." I would have to agree. I heard his CD earlier this year and fell in love with Hunter's soulful voice.
The concert was great. He played for over an hour in a small intimate venue in Toronto. He then mixed it up with the audience; signing CDs, napkins or anything else you wanted signed. I brought my ticket stub up to James to be autographed. My friend told him it was my birthday. With that James leans across the table, pulling me into a full snog. So, I've officially been snogged by a soon-to-be-too-famous-to hug-random-groupies recording artist. I'll be able to say I knew him when. Very cool.