No pictures, but gushing praise for Mayer Hawthorne, live at University of London Union; channeling the spirit of James Brown and the voice of Marvin Gaye through the body of Keith Haring; creating the most beautifully uplifting 21st century soul and bringing it all the way from Ann Arbor, Michigan to London, Europe. From bar one I am in love with the sound. I am watching the Jam at the Rainbow in â€˜78; itâ€™s the Style Councilâ€™s endlesss Long Hot Summer; at times itâ€™s pure holiday camp cabaret but I believe every word of Maybe So, Maybe No. At one point they break into ELOâ€™s Mr Blue Sky and even that feels perfect, right now, right here, this man and his band can do no wrong. I am plotting and scheming in my head like I do at all great gigs; need a piss but canâ€™t miss this; thinking how good they would be at a festival, at my wedding, at my funeral; bouncing and shouting, jumping and screaming; this is life with meaning. This is live, so fragile, this is live, so shallow, so repetetive, yet each moment so special, so wonderful, so real; this is living with the colour turned up full, the amp on 11; plastic cup of warm beer and a bag of crisps for tea, who cares; this is living, loving, hugging, beautiful, beautiful music and right now thatâ€™s all that matters.