Not to pick on our favorite local soul-jazz outfit's name again, but at this time of yearin the midst of an arctic cold snap that would shrink Jack Frost's nutsackwe have a little trouble endorsing anything that doesn't radiate warmth. That's not to say that the city's top Jack McDuff fetishists and their airtight grooves aren't exactly what we need to get our butts up and moving right this very minute, but just thinking about being cool is turning our breath into snow and our snot into icicles. We're dying for the summer here, and the Coolin' System's breezy, instrumental funk has us jonesin' for sunshine, sandy beaches and maybe a car-chase montage starring us in a 72 El Dorado with some buxom blondes in the backseat and a bumbling cop hanging on to the bumper. But we'd settle for a day above the freezing mark
Sat., Jan. 16, 9 p.m., 2010