Last night was just too insane for me to stop for a second to write how insane it was. A beautiful blur of mindblowing music, I heard so much stuff it was inconceivable to imagine so many options are available. Quickly, I'll run down a list with reviews:
The Cool Kids. Truly, this warrants a "meh." They won't be as big as people think. It's cool, no pun intended, but they are not the second coming of EPMD, much less The Clipse or whoever they want to emulate with their style. They know how to LOOK like rappers in 2008, though!
Sia. I had to try and see a bit of her again, her show in Toronto was legendary. It was similar here, all the way down to her 5-piece all standing in the same spots and wearing the same plain white tees. But when the music is that immaculate, why quibble? Sia is the next Bjork.
The Hard Lessons. Okay, you want to know who the rocks the show something fucking disgusting? Detroit's The Hard Lessons. A nut-hugging, shorts wearing lead guitarist, a wild maned female keyboardist and back up singer, plus a drummer who looked like a little person with super-sized percussive power, this was rock and roll at its absolute finest. Everyone deserves to hear them.
N*E*R*D*. Thank god for friends. 4th Pyramid and I were rolling around, prowling for opportunity, when lo and behold, someone calls his phone, and says "come to the back alley door NOW", and we get to bypass the longest line I've seen so far, the three block queue to see one of the hottest tickets period: Pharrell and Co. After seeing Lou Reed rip through "Take A Walk On The Wild Side," with Moby (!!!) supporting on guitar, N*E*R*D* took to the stage and ran through some awesomeness. New songs and old, this was one of the biggest and best (and most exclusive) shows so far. Peace to Pharrell for including me in "Fly or Die," it was enthralling to spit an ad-lib in one of my favorite N*E*R*D* songs. And peace to Shay and Chad Hugo and the double drummers of destruction.
Time started to unravel around now, about 9 PM. I wanted to see Del tha Funky Homosapien, and I tried so hard, but wound up on the wrong side of 4th St., and the cab driver wanted nonchalantly took me to Scoot Inn, the location of Del, Devin tha Dude, El-P and Dizzee Rascal's show. Devin's lateness (twice this weekend) forced Del to go on first, and I missed him. Arrrrgh! That's all I can say to that.
Devin's smoked-out sing-a-long sessions strangely inspired not one, but two fights, one of which almost knocked over the soundboard and caused a clear out of massive proportions. Guess Devin may be used to this: he didn't bat an eye, stop a flow for a moment, or even address the mess; he just kept on rhyming about that "Doobie Ashtray." Why did he do me that way?
El-P was next, and he tore shit up with the mighty Mr. Dibbs, a live bassist and a keyboardist, who both made the Fantastic Damage and I'll Sleep When You're Dead jems shine that much brighter. Starting with "Smithereens" and running through "Three Kings," "Deep Space 9 MM," and "Up All Night" (with a Rakim/Know The Ledge bridge that was amazingly amazing), El said: "I have an unpopular opinion: the system is fixed! That's why I don't vote! Also, people ask: what if Obama wins? Well then, he's one of them!”)
Dizzee Rascal rocks too. Really, he's got "it." He was tired, but he still killed the show. Will it work over here? Time will tell. Him and El-P look like they want to make something happen. It would be nice.
Highlight of the night: seeing Geto Boys legend Bushwick Bill prove that the veterans are on a level the new schoolers just don't know exists. What an ultra rare opportunity.
Above: The Hard Lessons