Live performances are where a litany of black performers from Mahailia Jackson to Joe Tex to Luther Vandross have made their money and staked their legacies and Experience: Jill Scott 826+ helps counter any thought that “Jilly from Philly” is some one-dimensional “Video” pin-up girl for VH-1 styled positivism (not mentioning any names here). One, only hinted at and the chance to get “new” material to savagely hungry audiences needing a new dose of what Angie Stone calls “Real Soul Music”. Experience: Jill Scott 826+ is a clever commercial move, providing Scott with a live forum to get at that grits and greasy groove (look you can’t eat a Philly Cheese Steak without getting your hands dirty, so you gotta lick away) that Who Is Jill Scott?: Vol. This was Jilly from the git-go, so the promise that she would be captured live - Mfers still talking ’bout the Essence Festival - was indeed a wonderful thought in an hour of mourning, terror, anger and RECOVERY. Positive non-complicated Sistuh-girl talk for bright eyed corn-rolled gals in the hood, grown woman talk for the beauty parlor and the kitchen, while the men, the brothas, triflin’ and otherwise, be watchin’ the game, careless whispers on long walks in the rain (“love rain down on me”).
Jilly had been made “real” from the start-fried pork rind, chic-o-stick, Philly cheese steak, pink roller, braiding hair on the stoop (like Robert said “c’mon and braid my hair”), dukey chain, egg and grits real. Of course it was a live follow-up that made Badu real again (so call “Tyrone”) though her brilliant follow-up was lost on those same audiences. And the talk, often in hushed, stern tones about that poem, where Jilly from Philly puts that brown girl (sometime caramel) grown woman “Thickness” in perspective. A bare foot, woman-loosed rendition of “He Loves Me (Lyzel in E Flat) at the Lady of Soul Awards. Breaking off a little live sumpthin’ during Divas Live 2001.
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