AJ Dance Legacy

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

OSUNLADE & MARQUES WYATT

Los Angeles 26.05.24

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1855 

“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

The Ritual 

2350

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.

Rock The Park DC 

Rich Medina

Day 2 

Exit the McPherson Square Metro Station, at the corner of I and 14th Streets.  Watch out!  Carefully, look both ways before crossing the bustling intersection. Turn right onto the walkway.  That leads to the fountain, the epicenter of the greenspace named after a Founding Father.  Forward north is the performance stage.  A steel beam structure with canopy top protects the music equipment from torrential elements.… Continue

Rock The Park DC

Miguel Migs

Day 2

2000

“Oh, I did aight.” Kenny Dixon Jr jokes with you the following afternoon. He walks arm and arm showing off his lady around Franklin Park.  You marvel, he appears refreshed, his skin polished in the glowing sun.  

Later that evening, Hostess Reesa Renee reminds the people.  “Give it up for Moodymann last night,” with microphone in hand as if she is ready to spit bars.… Continue