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What is Chicago’s obsession with Mary J. Blige? Chi-town’s Emmaculate, Terry Hunter, and now Derrick Carter have remixed her latest chart-topper. Carter’s version jumpstarts the party with kick drums, hi-hats and the Queen of Hip Hop cooing “Good Morning Gorgeous.”
And gorgeous, they are. The femmes and doms are out! For Atlanta’s 51st Pride Celebration. The must-attend Queen Butch’s “The Last Ball” closes the weekender.… Continue
The Karizma Effect
When darkness is fully realized and the moon is only left to guide you. The humidity registering at 65% sticks to your shirt. Ewww. A truck is parked the wrong way on a one-way alley street. The driver, a woman is passed out at the steering wheel. Across the street is a lanky man perched on the sidewalk.… Continue
Twelve hours and a near two hour flight later, you stare in the face of adversity. The soles of your Balenciaga sneakers treading on gravel makes that crunching sound. While walking? Yes, walking. And walking a fair distance too. That’s sad. Today’s soulful house music’s target audience is age fifty plus. People would be upset seeing their mother or grandmother footing several kilometers to a music festival.… Continue
A Wet Dream, A Prescription, A Block Party Part 1
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Indigenous House
Years ago, forefather Tony Humphries told the press, Baltimore house music was underrated. The legend then went on to compare if the music coming out of Baltimore came out of NYC, the Baltimore sound would be more highly regarded. Years later, this sentiment rings true. Just look around.… Continue
A Wet Dream, A Prescription, A Block Party Part II
15.05.22
Indigenous House Interlude
Someone give Tori Cooper her flowers. Give em’ to her now. Who better to serenade the annual honorable individual of Indigenous House than Candy J? She is Sweet Pu$$y Pauline to you. The original Queen B is in the house. Talking. Her raspy “Oooohhh” and “Chyle” with that Detroit drawl, is instantly recognizable.… Continue
Uncensored
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Finally!
The four-on-the-floor pulls the body through a black frame door. Behold with eyes open-wide. The ballroom of real estate flanked by white walls. Where a mass of colorful cast is on full display. Your black sock sneakers, her green wrap pants and his “I Came Here To Dance With You” red tee, bounces up black stairs to the mezzanine where onlookers grasping vodka in plastic cups witness the pursuits on the ground floor below.… Continue
PARTY I
THE TOURISTS
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“LOUIE VEGA COME ON!” Yells an overzealous Vega fan holding a vinyl record.
“LOUIE. I WANNA HEAR SOME OF THAT HAL-LE-LUJIAH!” He sings.
“LOUIE PLAY THAT BLACK MUSIC.” He continues. “Then watch all these kids leave the room.”
Party II
THE PURISTS
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“COMING THROUGH. DJ COMING THROUGH.” Security courteously yelled. There is no shock that LV has an entourage of eight that trekked through the thick mass of privilege minutes earlier. After all, Louie is the host with the most. His charm oozing through the soundtrack he curates. His ability to make any cast of characters feel inclusive.… Continue
THE CHAMPIONSHIP GAME
Late night, the temperature reads a chilly 43-degrees, up in these streets, at the intersection of Ivan Allen Junior Blvd and Marietta. The soul awakens. From muffled thumps of bass heard in the distance. The hypnotic groove guides the body ever so closer to the pulsating nucleus. A black building. Covered windows. Littered with paper flyers. Destination affirmed.… Continue
