In the pink: Kid Creole onstage at Shaka Zulu in London last night. © Shapersofthe80s
❚ “WHEN YOU SEE ME IN PINK, I’m ready for the funk.” Only one man can say that and keep a straight face while sporting a salmon-pink zoot-suit with its trousers right up to here, drape jacket right down to there, plus a slightly crazy hat. Bronx-born August Darnell aka Kid Creole is the next best thing to Fred Astaire in the immaculate performance stakes and despite his 60 years he was cutting as fine a figure as ever in London town last night with his blonde playmates the Coconuts, while his two yards of fine silver keychain flashed its own morse code in time with the wearer’s dance steps. His eight-piece band didn’t fluff a note during an hour-long finger-snappity set of the Kid’s turbo-charged trademark mix of latin, calypso, disco, swing, jazz and R&B dance rhythms.
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Leading the conga: Kid and his Coconuts wend their way through Shaka Zulu. © Shapersofthe80s
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