last night: i got some
Sep 20
first – let me say, there is nothing sexier than an artist or DJ doing his or her thing. watching em’ when they’re in the zone is like being a voyeur witnessing a private moment.
last night i tweeted: (half drunk)
translation: (and some of you may not like this – but whatever…)
last night, i wasn’t trying to climb my butt out of bed to spend my HARD earned money at yet another club where everyone is too cute (men included) and it’s about who you claim/think you know.
you know, the dog and pony shows thrown by (self proclaimed) hip-hop lovers.
yeah, those.
so when i got a call from wisdom asking me if i wanted to hang last night, i made it very clear that my patience was wearing thin and i wasn’t getting dressed. i told her that if i left the house, i would be in jeans and there needed to be some good music.
she suggested hidden house and off we went.
we didn’t arrive until almost 1am but were just in time for big serg’s next set. when i walked in
i saw maybe 4-5 black folk and i knew i was in the right place!
hold on, let me explain. i have nothing against blacks, whites or any other color. i have white friends 
. it’s just been my experience that in some places, the hip-hop spots with the least amount of black folk usually have the best DJs. it’s been white DJs who left a lasting impression on me and many of the folk who LOVE hip hop are not black folk. we can argue all day about the definition (the who and what) of hip-hop, but i won’t because ya’ll know who and what i mean.
unfortunately those loudly proclaiming their love of hip hop, claiming to be hip-hop are mostly black folk. black folk i never see really supporting hip-hop unless it’s at the biggest, brightest club. *flashing lights*
last night – i saw some folks who LOVED hip-hop. the DJs were there because they LOVED the music. it wasn’t a packed (although is should have been) and it was perfect.
the bathroom wasn’t packed with chicks prepping for a video shoot. dudes weren’t huddled in corners trying to be more connected than the other. there were no v.i.p. rooms, rope, tape, stage or i think i’m v.i.p. people. i didn’t see any card carrying, bottle popping i’m going pro brothers up in da club… you get the picture.
i’m no hip-hop junkie, music head, etc.
but i do know when it’s about the music. last night was about the music. last night was like one of those nights when you meet someone for the first time and there’s instant chemistry and after leaving the club/party you can’t stop thinking about him or her.
last night was like running into an old-lover (who was the best, has been the best and will more than likely forever be the best) and hooking up – if only for one night. (go ahead, wooo-saaaaa with me)
last night was the one you let get away because it wasn’t shinny enough, connected enough, popular enough, hard enough. you know the one.
i didn’t wear any protection and didn’t care who saw us. last night i got reacquainted with an old lover and his name was ‘hip hop’.
thank you @BigSerg for those redemption songs!
