A man in black and white Nike high tops sporting a dark dinner jacket over a light patterned shirt stood at the mic.  He was talking about a girl, one he thought he'd be with "forever, forever-ever, forever-ever."  He was talking to the crowd, telling them about a time he was "cruising around in his 62 Lincoln Continental, when an amazing song came on the radio."  Suddenly, the band members in black and white t-shirts erupted into their cover of "Get Out Of My Life, Woman."

Andrew Mayer Cohen, known by his stage name Mayer Hawthorne, put on a surprisingly pleasant show.  After hearing three songs only a couple hours prior to entering Town Ballroom on Sunday July 22, I found myself grooving out the doors post-encore with a grin on my face, lit up by the flashing bulbs of the marquee.

Goofy and endearing, his personality and phenomenal voice inspired mental time travel to American Bandstand when girls were melting in their seats, except clearly after his Outkast reference, with a much more modern swagger.  He held a personable connection with the crowd; at one point he asked them to put away their phones - to actually be at the show rather than watching through the screen of an iPhone.

The night was an array of mellow instrumentals, harmonies, and acapella perfection.  The transition between songs was spot on; in the midst of telling his break-up anecdote he tells the crowd "I look this girl dead in her eyes," and the band swiftly begins their original "Just Ain't Gonna Work Out."

Mayer Hawthorne's performance was a perfect generation bridge.  As he slowed the show down for a dedicated cover of Ol' Blue Eyes, an older couple slow danced while the 20-year-old crowd listened intently.  It was truly beautiful to watch, overcome with the recognition that timelessness does exist.