A National Treasure
“THIS IS WHY I DON’T DO ART GALLERIES.” You vent.
… ContinueThe Sun. The Rain. The Super Moon.
“Put em’ up. Put em’ up. Put em’ up.” The host yells into the microphone. There is not one but two of em yelling into microphones. Their mumblings about someone later giving hugs and then that someone giving two hugs after dark. All the while the deejay appears perplexed. Confused at the vocal back and forth between the two.… Continue
1600
Music. Is the reason for this journey. An expedition meandering through space and time. Arriving. At the V. Where 54th Street veers from Flushing Avenue. In Maspeth. A working class community located somewhere in the borough of Queens. That is New York City. Where a brick and motor mammoth slumps with two erected smoke stacks. That eyes you. Only if in your imagination.… Continue
2100
Darkness has crept up to slowly reveal its face. Black. Devoid of light. That traces around and about the atmosphere. Invisible. Upward, the stars keep watch over night. Night’s all seeing eye, the moon is lucent, keeps watch over the people, the party, the property.
… ContinueOPEN AIR AND INTIMATE
Part I
Yeah, you are at the right place. As the car door closes, you overhear faint thumps where you are parked adjacent a curb monitored by vagrants. Walk a block pass the open air parking structure as the ontz expands in the atmosphere. Juxtaposed against the skyline of high rises, onward forward lies the destination.… Continue
The Phenomenon That Is Demarkus Lewis
“Yooooooooooooooo!!! What’s up?” He grabs you by the hand giving you a bear hug.
“I haven’t seen you in a minute.” You reply.
“Oh, wait, you have to see someone.” He leads you meandering through the heat. The sweat. And the thump from Jimpster featuring Mavhungu’s “Tribute.” Luminiferous flashes guide you through the mass. … Continue
Be prepared to lose your $hit.
1700
The atmosphere transforms. A new presence is felt. A new spirit arrives. Although he nor his fedora are visible from the rear of the dance floor adjacent the bar. No longer Little Louie, Vega gives life when playing the Dance Ritual chart-topper from the early aughts. “Brand New Day” never sounded more engaging.… Continue