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

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

OVEOUS

So what does an OVEOUS playlist sound like?  The music that Osunlade plays.  Percolating percussions.  Meditative melodies.  Ancestreal chants.  A major difference being OVEOUS spits verses, live.  Holding in hand a microphone he raps, “Find your friends on the dance floor. Or make new friends on the dance floor.”  Osunlade and OVEOUS are arguably interchangeable.  The latter having been mentored by the Yoruba priest, is a member of the Yoruba Recordings family.… Continue

OSUNLADE

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.

OSUNLADE

“I NEED ONE LINE. I’M NOT LETTING ANYONE INSIDE UNTIL I SEE ONE LINE FOLKS. Shouts the familiar doorman, who is serious business, his burly body blocking the door’s entrance.  “I NEED TO SEE BARCODES [sic] ON YOUR TICKET TO ENTER.”

OSUNLADE

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A brush of a shoulder here and a brush of a shoulder there detour not from the festivity at hand.  A sea of brown and beige paints the room’s canvas.  The lovely soul children have arrived.  The people pack the place.  They come ready to be baptized into the waters of deep.  Digital phones and tablets rush front and center stage with bright red buttons aglow that records movement. … Continue