"Put your hands in the air," Dave B yelled to the crowd. Several folks obeyed, but some stood static, intimidated by the idea of letting loose in full daylight. "Don't worry about how stupid you look," he advised. That's some good life wisdom right there.
Between songs, he kept shouting "Jazz!" into the mic, triggering his band to bust into a quick jam session, giving him the chance to have little 10-second dance parties with himself. "I like jazz," he said with a huge smile. The smile didn't leave his face for the 30 minute set.
Dave B's positivity was the perfect thing to see yesterday afternoon, when I was starting to feel the weight of the weekend drag me down. His fluid hiphop—playfully laced with jazz, reggae, and pop—got everyone grooving, without being too demanding. It was effortless, fun, and genuine. I got the feeling that, whether there was a crowd there or not, Dave B would be having the time of his life, which got everyone around him to let go and do the same.