A long overdue date night started with a chill, scenic drive to downtown Vancouver. Along the ocean, mountain and tree-lined route, a playlist of ’90s R&B plays before dialing into some of the music we were about to hear. Sirius was swapped for Spotify, and the smooth sounds of Rachel Therrien’s catalogue started to emanate from the car stereo. “This is who we’re going to see?” my beautiful 8-months pregnant girlfriend asked. “Yep. Dinner and a show. Some cool jazz for our daughter,” I quipped. “I really like this,” she exclaimed. Some stop-and-go traffic ensued, but nothing to undo our chill. And a short 15 minutes later, over the Lions Gate Bridge, through Stanley Park, and straight over to 755 Beatty St, we quickly found parking at the garage directly adjacent to our final destinati...