Pato Banton & the Mystic Roots Band

Last night I was sitting in my jammies, moping and watching Cocoon on KUED. The sad thing about it was how content I was to just do that until I felt like going to bed. Which could have been anytime.

At 8:something I got a text from Brittany: "Do you want to go see Pato Banton tonight at Suede?" Pato what? She says its reggae. I'm trying to think of any reason not to go. I'd have to put on jeans and shoes. Its cold outside. We'd have to drive up Parleys Canyon. I shouldn't spend the money. I don't want to do my makeup. Blahbiddy blahbiddy blah.

Then it clicked... "Jessica," I told myself, "no self-respecting, thirty-year-old single girl wants to go back to work on Monday and say, 'Oh my god, you guys, I totally forgot how good Cocoon is!'" I got up, made some coffee, and got ready.

And thank god I did! I'll admit, I was a little skeptical when the Mystic Roots Band came out and they were the whitest reggae band I've ever seen. But it wasn't long before Pato joined them and everyone there was shakin' their groove thangs. Britt couldn't have put it better - Pato and those white boys killed it. The show (aside from one long-ish spiritual song complete with a prayer in the middle) was super fun, high energy, dance-tastic!

Thank you, Brittany, for saving the life of my Saturday night!