If 60 is, as they say, the new 40, then perhaps 72 is the new 35; at least as it applied to Al Jarreau's performance with the Columbus Symphony Orchestra on Saturday night at the Ohio Theater. As always, Mr. Jarreau was as smooth as silk, never missing a note, and, in fact, making up several of his own notes along the way, as one might expect from the world's greatest jazz singer. The orchestra behind him was an excellent touch. I don't know anything about playing an instrument, but I imagine that it must not be easy for any musician to anticipate and play along according to whatever comes up in a jazz performer's mind and his interpretation of the moment. Nevertheless, Columbus's own responded wonderfully, and it was fun to see that at least two of the cellists on chairs to the left of the stage--to the audience's right--cut loose and were into the jazz element of their work as much as any enthusiastic club musician might have been. Meanwhile, it is obvious that Jarreau still enjoys his work in front of crowds, as he nearly had to be dragged away from us kicking and screaming--or, at least, kicking and scatting--by Mr. Baird, Jarreau's orchestra conductor, who warned the singer that they were already into overtime and that if they failed to leave the stage then, they risked not getting paid. One usher earned her keep when she nearly tackled an obviously drunk stage-rusher near the end of the show. If only someone had shown similar diligence in asking the annoying loudmouth guy in the front row to the far right to stop shouting and allow the rest of us to enjoy the show.