The stories of Amy Winehouse “jacking” Sharon Jones‘ sound are plentiful. But I never fully appreciated the injustice of the theft until watching Ms. Jones and the Dap Kings perform tonight.

Jokes about Winehouse’s eating “issues” aside, watching Sharon Jones perform makes Amy Winehouse look small and insignificant. Hell, the way she owned the stage at Osheaga tonight, Jones would make anyone (save James Brown on his best day) seem insignificant. For the first time in a long time, I found myself speechless. As I write this now, words fail to express the energy–no, electricity of her performance. She danced, shook, flirted, strutted, convulsed and sang with such abandon, the audience had no choice but to release their own inhibitions and dance and scream along.

The luckiest person in Montreal? This red-headed guy: