As I was heading to Tiger Bay on Saturday night, I was looking forward to seeing my eighth Byron Lee and the Dragonnaires concert, but kept asking myself, “How is this year's show going to be any better than the rest?”

I mean, the Dragonnaires always give a good show, but for the last few years nothing had left any extraordinary effect on me (besides last year, but I'll leave that alone out of fear of another verbal lynching from Ms Ross' diehard cult - um, fans).

But Saturday night, everything changed. I can't find any word to describe the time I had but FUN! Usually, I will do a little soca butterfly here, a tattie dance there, and then wave my flag a few times. But over the weekend, I think I was converted into a true soca fan.

From the minute I walked into the gate until the band was bidding the crowd goodnight, I danced my feet off.

Singers Jumo Primo and Oscar B had the thousands of fans (though it appeared less than previous years) jamming all night. Keeping with tradition, they taught us the latest dance crazes, and this year it seemed like the young, the old, and everybody in between was eager to learn.

Usually, you have the younger fans practicing the moves, while others stood around in amazement trying to figure out how to get their feet to cooperate, but on Saturday, everybody was doing everything from rowing their boats to reaching a higher level.

Sweat was pouring in all directions but no one seemed to mind. Of course, I was licked in the head with a rag at least twice, but that comes with the territory. I can't say anything to vocalist Roger George besides, “Brother, I've never bought soca album in my life, but because of the way you sang the first song off the album, ‘Sexy Body', I will be making a purchase this week.”

He was beautiful. But at times it seems like he was screeching at the crowd (“Turn Me On” done a capella), but overall he gave a great performance.

Guest vocalist Lisa Pike was entertaining, but it seemed like she was a bit shy. She didn't seem to connect with the audience like the others when she sang solo, but when she performed with the guys she complemented them well.

Overall, she did a solid job. But then, after a little contemplation, I think poor Ms Pike was distracted (or flabbergasted) by the young, wide (and I'm being nice here) girl in the blue dress who was winding her bumper so vulgarly at the foot of the stage.

All night people were pointing and staring at the seemingly oblivious youth as she dangerously worked her hemline close to her hips. Which takes me to the second half of the show.

Colin Lucas, oh, Colin Lucas, boy did you give the ladies a “show”! That spandex body suit you had on let us see where you keep your dollar and cents.

“What's he got on?” I heard one woman scream to her disbelieving friend as he ran out in his Daredevilish outfit. Sir, couldn't you have left just a little something to the imagination?

Okay, now that's off my chest, let's get down to the dirty. His performance was great! After he got the crowd reenergised with his classic “Dollar Wine”, Mr. Lucas jumped into the Conga line.

People were having so much fun; I think a few almost danced overboard. Please come again, Mr. Lucas, you truly set St. George's alight on Saturday night.

I know it seems like I'm repeating myself, but it was the best time I've ever had at a Byron Lee concert. Dragonnaires and guests, see you next year.

Fans who stayed away this year, you missed a fantastic show. Oh, and Mr. Primo, even though I'll never enter a Tiney-Winey contest, can you dance with me like that? Just once? Please?