Camden, Camden, Camden...A Soul Superstar on your doorstep, and you're oblivious to her. Come on, a little respect. Open your eyes. In front of you. That was Martha Reeves outside the Jazz Cafe last night. MARTHA REEVES !

You'd have to be encased in permafrost to not tap your feet or at least click a finger or two, when the opening bars of : "Dancing in the Streets", "Heatwave", "Nowhere to Run", "Jimmy Mack" swing out. Classic soul tunes.

Call me excitable, but a living Soul Goddess walked amongst you, and only two people copped her: Terry and me. Incredible. Guess it'd mean different if it had been Beyonce or Kylie, the street would have been cordoned off...but Martha is special. A true soulster, part of the DNA. The building blocks, without which, you could argue Soul would have withered on the vine.

Then again, we only twigged her when someone went up to her with a pile of albums (so there was someone else who picked her out of the crowds), which she cheerfully signed and mugged for a couple of camera phone shots a moment later. Enviable the ease of the people who went up to her, almost diffident, controlled, calm, nothing breathless. That kind of manner must sooth all parties, it's relaxed, everybody is comfortable; questions come, words flow.

Oh to have that courage, that confidence. You see, the two of us were as from that as you could get. Think of shy, star-struck, wittering teenyboppers and then add on thirty years, less hair, you get us.

We paid our respects and some later on, when Martha and her two Vandellas, sashayed on the Jazz cafe stage. The instant Dancing in the Streets cracked open was like an adult sized drop of catnip hitting the dance floor, everyone moving, hand clapping, grooving, even us doing our Uncle at the wedding reception dance.

I don't, I just don't, want to see what shapes I was contorting and twitching to on Youtube, though, ever; that's all I ask. In my mind I was throwing moves down that would have made James Brown eat his heart out. It probably looked like I was having a middle aged seizure. Let me enjoy the dream.