Prima was wearing a brown pinstripe suit and a hot pink shirt. He was backed by a similarly natty-looking horn section on the right and a pianist and guitarist on the left, both dressed in chest hair-exposing shirts.
The band got right down the business, wasting no time getting into the crowd favorite “Jump, Jive, an Wail.” The band did just that. The horns swayed back and forth, up and down. The pianist did high kicks while playing. Prima was all over the stage, reaching into the high notes and then nonchalantly blathering the lyrics. Next to him for much of the show was singer Sarah Spiegel, wearing a Hollywood smile outlined in red and a clingy aqua-and-silver number that the man next to me seemed to enjoy very much.
Handing off the next song to Spiegel, Prima couldn’t help but give her a mildly chauvinistic dig, calling her out on her “stripper dust.”
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