AJ Dance Legacy

OSUNLADE & MARQUES WYATT/ANANÉ & LOUIE VEGA -Los Angeles Trilogy

OSUNLADE & MARQUES WYATT

Los Angeles 26.05.24

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MARQUES WYATT

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I take it back.  Angelenos don’t keep their liquids in cups.

The former TEFLON Don floor is now a sticky mess.  Listen to that velcro sound when walking distances.  Thirty-four layers of goo stuck on the soles of white sneakers should be a felony.  A jailable offense, like your favorite clothing store recently shuttered in DTLA.  Where you purchased tonight’s ensemble of head-to-toe white.… Continue

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“WTF!” Location to be emailed the day of the event by 7 pm.  “Really?”

“That’s like the raves from old.”  A friend mentioned over the phone.  Yeah, the raves of old that your friend did not fly over 3,000 miles to attend.  You think to yourself when riding from the airport. Your thoughts lost on the whereabouts of the discreet venue.… Continue

Lucky I’m Black

Osunlade Gets His Flowers

“Happy birthday to you.” A chorus sings across the expanse of fluorescent and exchange.  Thereafter, an elder directs those gathered to belt the livelier soul-stirring rendition of Stevie Wonder’s “Happy Birthday.”

“People always forget the lyrics to the second verse.” Everyone’s Favorite Photographer mentions over the growing serenade.”  The time reads 9:30 pm.  Wait!… Continue

Next Level Shit

Mr. Flip tells tales. Howbeit, those accounts are based on a materialistic premise.  Newports, Chucks, and other capitalistic pursuits.  By track number three,” Flip already brags “sold out shows gettin’ lots of dough.”  The lyrics are nowhere near lofty. However, Mr. Flip’s fantasies are. 

Next Level Shit breaks ground, not for weighty content but for collaborative muscle. … Continue

Time to Holy Ghost Stomp!

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“DO YOUR PARENTS KNOW YOU SMOKE?”

Everyone standing in line can’t help but to overhear. 

“I’M INDIAN. He continues, “YES.”

Why must their voices yell directly into your ear?  From behind you a queue stands twenty deep. 

“AT LEAST, THE LINE MOVES QUICKLY,” Agrees the guy who must be heard above all else.  His accent hurls across the frigid air on a balmy Friday.… Continue

The Ritual 

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Your thoughts trail off.

Feeling the chill in the night air.

Your all white outfit drips.

This Big Game Weekend.

You wanted to go out dancing.

Somehow you ended up in L.A.