There It Blows.
Overboard! A forceful gust of wind blows a fedora off a head. A giant plastic A-frame sign collapses. The cool draft blows against the perspiration on the lower back as the body jumps and spins 180 degrees. Sneakers effortlessly slide across the smooth cobblestone dotted red and brown. Breathe deeply. The cool crisp air filling the lungs feels not only refreshing but excites the savory glands.… Continue
2300
Twenty-five dollars cash to park! GTFOH. Betta forget about street parking too. Onward the parking quest continues. When music spills over brick edges onto black asphalt. Where groups of melanin hourglasses wearing lemonade braids with sneakers tread. Along the historic of avenues – Auburn.
This is just another hot boy summer Saturday night in these streets. Or is it?… Continue
Lend me your ear. To be told of what makes legends. Organic rhythm meets ancestral royalty. Playing for the divinities.
The House of Kerri Chandler
7 hour set
“BAR-A-THYM”
Handclap,
Bop, bop
Bop, bop,
Bop, bop,
Handclap,
Thump.
Then a lo-fi hum swaggers over shuffling four-counts of claps. Dancers breakout the farmer and the chase. When the DJ drops “Useless,” he means business.
Playtime is over when “Coro” plays. The Kaoz 6:23 Dark Mix delivers a beat down.… Continue
Thommy “Turn It Out” Davis
1600
His shirtless majesty showcasing chiseled pectorals is in beast mode. Playing heavy four-count thumps that erupts from giant black cabinets. And dancing in front of those speakers will cause hearing loss for days to come. “You’ve waited all week to dance,” proclaims a diva loudly rapping over a beat that slaps. Standing on the pavilion’s ledge is one man who leans into the ear of another and speaks, “More like [we waited] a year.”… Continue
All Hail, the King.
1650
Interlude
The music comes to a silence. There is an interlude of talking into a microphone from the founder of Indigenous House and the master of ceremonies. Yasss chyle! Most people are aware that Indigenous House is LGBTQIA affiliated, sadly most people are unaware the event is not called house music in the park. More words are spoken about acceptance and monetary donations.… Continue
“What’s Happening to Orlando?”
2335
Already a random guy wearing black shades, his armed pinned behind lower back is being escorted by security from the premises. That’s sad. Cause the Enoo Napa Remix of Matto Cole’s “Nabay” that is playing is fire! WTTW, if you decide to be kicked out of a club, choose to leave on one of the plethora of horrible tracks played.… Continue
The Realest Muthafucka Alive
0030
“Tonight, there are no chairs.
No tables.
This is not that night.
Tonight, is for the dancers.
Hmmm. What’s the music [called]?”
The GREEN VELVET Show
2330
Located in Amour Yards across from a commercial brewery, there stands an insipid warehouse. A long winding ramp leads to the front door where bodies are patted head-to-toe, ID’s are checked, before smartphones are scanned for admittance. Entering the nearly 12,000 square-foot premises and finding an all black male security staff proves Black Employment Matters. A walk into the oval shaped interior of copper columns and wood grain floors with highlights of turquoise, emerald and amber promises this experience might be money well spent.… Continue
The Gathering’s 15 Year Anniversary Celebration
The “D”
2400
The highs sound before the bass kicks. Spaced out whumps wobble from the soundscape. Jazzy synth chords play before being hushed. The heart beat of the pulse-the drums-pound at 124 beats per minute. The track plays like a walk through a park on a breezy day. “Play dat shit! Kai.” The accolades continue.… Continue
