The explosion at the City Hall Theatre on Wednesday left no one hurt

On the contrary, there were scores and scores of people delighted to have been there.

The device, exploding talent, was assembled by Marcelle Clamens, who was abetted in this by accomplices MGC Productions.

The theatre going public are assisting authorities – they were last heard leaving the theatre raving about it.

Me, too!

I'd gone there slightly irritated by the over used, hyperbolic 'explosion' in the programmes' title. I mean, really. The Warwick Academy Jazz Band were my first disabusers.

They are extremely talented, very well trained and clearly love what they do so well; play Jazz music. As if to underscore my 'terror' theme they closed their engaging set with Bob Marley's 'I Shot The Sheriff!

Like several other of the night's artists they deserve the entire (paltry) 800 words of this review. No matter. Zenji San, reggae artist performed his own 'Champion Sound' backed by the stage band of the night the excellent Wall Street Band.

It was the first of two appearances for the night and something was amiss. Somehow he didn't seem to connect either with the band or the audience. But Chris West did.

This young man is a multi-instrumentalist, and chose to highlight his vocal abilities.

He's got the stuff, and his ambition is to make a career of music. He sang 'Being Alive', from the Broadway musical 'Being Alive'.

The Seventh Day Adventist Youth Choir were on next. Difficulties with the sound balance did not put them or their director off their stride.

They performed 'I Sing Because', and 'You Are The Source' which ended with an elaborate extended 'Amen'.

What a great job their director Owen Simons does with this ensemble.

If you don't know who Tiffany Paynter is by now, take heart it won't be long before you do. She is a serious, talented and engaged poet. Nothing, it seems is beyond her purview.

A sorry miscue of her soundtrack only served to delay the delivery of her poem 'Roosters'.

The notion of some unnatural goings on is suggested by the untimely crowing of roosters (shades of Macbeth?) The scene, though, is contemporary Bermuda.

If Tricray and Makeila Astwood are not related by blood they are most definitely so by talent and passion for music.

Tricray sang his own well crafted 'Moving On', assisted by The Wall Street Band, a success that portents even greater things.

And then Makeila sang, movingly, 'Through The Fire'. What artists choose to perform is telling. This young lady sang with the conviction of one who's been 'through the fire'.

Piano teacher Oliver Grant-Braguda played two tunes by the 20th century Russian composer Scriabin, a man who believed that each tonality had a specific colour.

Did the grand piano need to be amplified? There was some unpleasant distortion, though Grant himself played well.

Another outstanding ensemble was the Bermuda School of Music's Steel Orchestra., who opened the second half of the programme.

Three popular selections ending with a road march that had the littlest pan man in the front row totally engaged, giving it his all to the audience's delight.

There was, literally, something magical about this show; Llewellen Simons of Bermuda Magic, who charmed and bamboozled us with his sleights of hand, especially young Giovanni whom he invited on stage to work with him. The two had the audience in stitches.

Magical too were the dancers of In Motion in their piece 'Jazz Hands' which they had previously presented in their annual show.

Sexy and scintillating movements added spice to an already seriously hot show. Zenji San was back with an anti-gun violence piece of his own, 'Die By The Sword'.

BMDS's Pantomime, which comes soon to City Hall, was excerpted and the panto-savvy audience hissed and booed at the right moments.

It looked inviting. Is there a more seriously anti-Bermudian performer than Mia Chambray of Mohawk Radio? She and the outfit (who was that piano player? More please.) played a selection of their own compositions. Serious rockers they are.

I was impressed by the variety and the quality on display. The Wall Street Band were outstanding all night.

Great to see these established musicians lending a hand to the younger up and coming generation of performers. Kudos to 'Bomber' Marcell, and to the several generous sponsors, from both government and private sector.

The patrons were in the audience to see the outcomes of their generosity; I'm convinced they felt they had done wisely and well. They deserve applause and credit too. It seems the 'explosion ' was an Island-wide conspiracy.

A lot of money was given in scholarships to worthy recipients. Coral Waddell's Russian School of Dance were among the blessed. Well deserved, too.

And there was yet more to come in the form of a musical finale that reassembled a good portion of the night's performers, too numerous to list here.

They closed the evening out with 'Seasons of Love', again from the musical Rent.

The evening's MC was Chewstick co-founder Najib Chentouf, himself a formidable performer, elegant from his corn rowed plaits down to his very cool sandals.

This show had real magic.