We all stood. What could we do? When faced with a performance like that, the only option is the standing ovation. Hill, King, Ross, Hunt, and McCraven made their way off stage left, but we kept it up until they returned for an encore. I'm ashamed to admit that I didn't recognize the tune, but it was classic Blacktet: vibraphones and trumpet spitting hard bop lines smooth as honey over a rickety backbeat. I left Scullers with that contact high you only get from a truly great performance. Like I said, we have a lot of stages in Boston, but it's a rare treat to catch someone like Marquis Hill on one of them. He's young, he's hot, and he has a bright future ahead of him. I hope he comes back soon, and when he does, I know I'll be there.