{"id":2057,"date":"2013-01-21T19:28:22","date_gmt":"2013-01-21T19:28:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ajdancelegacy.com\/~ajdance\/?p=2057"},"modified":"2013-02-28T17:36:04","modified_gmt":"2013-02-28T17:36:04","slug":"adult-skate-the-tradition-edition-20-01-13","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ajdancelegacy.com\/~ajdance\/adult-skate-the-tradition-edition-20-01-13\/","title":{"rendered":"ADULT SKATE THE TRADITION EDITION 20.01.13"},"content":{"rendered":"

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ADULT SKATE: THE TRADITION EDITION<\/strong><\/p>\n

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The debauchery eludes no evidence of a slain civil right\u2019s leader holiday celebration on the eve of an historic Fifty-Seventh Presidential Inauguration.\u00a0 Yet it is.\u00a0 Olympic occasions such as these might call to mind dutiful citizens bound in prayer, reflection and sobriety.\u00a0 Not so-in the city too busy to hate. <\/em>\u00a0For the past few years, once a year, one party does it right.\u00a0 Adult Skate- the spot where you find bodies fully clothed in dance of the finest soul and not where nudes frolic on eights.\u00a0 The Tradition Edition provides Soulantans with clarity.\u00a0 A rhyme for the reason.\u00a0 The right to party.\u00a0 After all, this is the city too busy partying during a three day holiday weekend to even care.\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Follow the wall of painted marching feet and a pair of roller skates down into the belly of the beast.\u00a0 There you might discover unexpected impressions.\u00a0 The once shady hole-in-the-wall has undergone a sub-level gloss.\u00a0 Artistic interpretations-seemingly too innocent for the underground-align murals painted in primary bold and subdued hues.\u00a0 Painted lines of symmetry play escort.\u00a0 The walls speak.\u00a0 Their message instructs each person\u2019s activity.\u00a0 Look no further than the wall adjacent the stage painted of dancing silhouettes for explanation.\u00a0 Eye the painted dancers to the painted symmetric boxes to find the DJ headquarters.\u00a0 The king-size DJ booth can handle a god-complex DJ and his twenty plus entourage\u2019s exclusive roped-off experience.\u00a0 Remember the former DJ booth propped high above the flying saucer dance floor, against a wall, by a step ladder with no roaming space and very little to if any breathing space?\u00a0 The sober challenged provided many of laughs trying to enter the minuscule infirmity.\u00a0 If only the black poll in the center of the dance space were removed then the space would enter into the echelons of upscale.\u00a0\u00a0Even the bathrooms are polished a luster shine of their former shade.\u00a0 Hopefully gone are the apocalyptic size cockroaches that crawled atop the old sofas exchanged for pest-free plush.\u00a0 Although the Modern Jazz Quartet Concourse may look remixed it has not lost its license to dance<\/strong>.<\/p>\n

The belly of the beast bops and bumps.\u00a0 Bellows of boisterous bass lines signal all nations to groove. They get down-the house nation, the soul nation, the disco nation, the b-boy nation, the rock nation, the funk nation, the hip-hop nation, the indie music nation, the rhythm nation-a vast network interweaving and intermingling as one.\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

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DJ Kemit<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

DJ Kemit, in mid groove, spins vinyl on the one\u2019s and two\u2019s.\u00a0 Yes, that is two turntables and a Bozak mixer.\u00a0 Actually this is a 90% acetate party.\u00a0 Records will skip.\u00a0 Grooves will be scratched.\u00a0 The crisp sound of vinyl will chirp.\u00a0 This is organic and not archaic sound reproduction.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Producer Ralf Gum shakes maracas.\u00a0 Vocalist Monique Bingham sings<\/strong> \u201cTake Me To My Love<\/a>.\u201d\u00a0 The dancers go on and on and on and on and on and on as they try to catch up to 125 BPMs.\u00a0 Enter Osunlade\u2019s<\/strong> \u201cEnvision<\/a>\u201d (Yoruba Soul Mix) who guests on the DJ of the hour\u2019s<\/strong> \u201cTransform<\/a>\u201d for conscious clarity.\u00a0 \u00a0Cue Kenny Bobien to take the hand clappers to church with a classic Frankie Feliciano Ricanstruction rendition.\u00a0 Feet dance.\u00a0 Fingers snap.\u00a0 Hips sway.\u00a0 Smiles overtake faces.\u00a0 Voices sing<\/strong>\u00a0\u201cFather<\/a>.\u201d<\/p>\n

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DJ Cullen Cole<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

Cullen Cole the chef of music culinary delights.\u00a0 Nineteen-ninety\u2019s house music is the menu.\u00a0 Cullen serves that signature house sound with a kick and a spicy side of bang.\u00a0 This concoction is not for the faint, those that play down the beat in their house sets, but for those that take the BPMs up a notch.\u00a0 Cullen\u2019s house music tastes better served hard than soft.\u00a0 Adult Skate\u2019s guests gather and feast on such delicate soul.\u00a0 Oh my do they ever gobble up the tasty treats as wine glasses over flowing with golden bubbles are thrown in the air for a toast.\u00a0 Cheers to underground house music!\u00a0 It\u2019s a bombastic feast of oral audio.\u00a0 Cullen mixes; a Rhode organ for salt, saxophones for sweetness, and electric synthesizers for acidity, house music\u2019s flavor combination. Not everyone can digest such delicacies.\u00a0 Something erupts.\u00a0 A foul odor chokes the air.\u00a0 Is it bad gas?\u00a0 Or someone serving hash for desert?\u00a0 Whatever the culprit.\u00a0 Mouths hack.\u00a0 Neck scarves become oxygen masks.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Suddenly, the needle on the record skips.\u00a0 Someone forgot to clean off the vinyl?\u00a0 The dancers miss a beat.\u00a0 The music jumps counts.\u00a0 The dancers are thrown off.\u00a0 Jaws drop.\u00a0 The question-What would a DJ do?-hangs in the balance.\u00a0 Hard-pressed visages confront unbelief.\u00a0 A wreck will occur if something does not yield.\u00a0 DJ Cullen stays the course like a blond-hair blue-eye Messiah.\u00a0 He does not allow any casualties.\u00a0 He eyes his flock.\u00a0 He counts his sheep.\u00a0 He rides out the storm and speaks, peace be still.\u00a0\u00a0 Dark clouds roll back.\u00a0 The sun shines again.\u00a0 The music continues its mission without distraction.\u00a0 The dancers continue their dance.\u00a0 All is well.\u00a0 Listen closely.\u00a0 The room breathes a sigh of relief.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Kai Alce<\/a><\/p>\n

Kai Alce goes in deep.\u00a0 The local legend\u2019s musical statement sounds off focus and more sporadic at intervals.\u00a0 Orchestrated strings climax to a dizzying high.\u00a0 Questions swirl around the room, \u201cIs it time for disco?\u00a0 One answers in grief, \u201cIf so, it\u2019s time to leave.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

Actually, the NDATL label head keeps it Strictly Rhythm with Hardrive\u2019s<\/strong> \u201cDeep Inside<\/a>.\u201d\u00a0 The intro sounds of warm pads, minus drums.\u00a0 Sixty seconds later, the kick drum kicks at 124 BPMs.\u00a0 Pearly whites flash.\u00a0 All are happy.\u00a0 The mismatch of songs and beats continues.\u00a0 Such happenings keep the crowd frantic but on their feet and guessing.\u00a0 What\u2019s next?\u00a0 Donnie\u2019s<\/strong> \u201cOlmec Save Us<\/a>.\u201d (Yoruba Soul Mix)<\/strong>\u00a0 Yes!\u00a0 Black Rascals featuring Cassio Ware, \u201cSo In Love\u201d (Shelter Remix)?\u00a0 Yes!\u00a0 As time approaches 3 am, Kai Alce pulls out the freedom season\u2019s anthems, Kemitic Just\u2019s, \u201cI Got Life<\/a>\u201d with Terrance Downs on vocals and the ladies anthem<\/strong>\u00a0\u201cEarth Is The Place<\/a>\u201d (Restless Soul Peaktime Mix)<\/strong> by Nathan Haines featuring Verna Francis.\u00a0 Too bad the room is nearly empty of souls that have evaporated into January\u2019s cold night\u2019s air.<\/strong><\/p>\n

This tradition edition felt far removed from a MLK celebration.\u00a0 Had it not been for DJ Kemit sprinkling into Cullen’s cuisine-let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia-those gathered might have forgotten what this occasion marked.\u00a0 Other ingredients amiss were classic soul, disco and afro-beat.\u00a0 House music out shined them all.\u00a0 If you were not a fan then you were chopped.\u00a0 True fans, actually, left the party high.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Perhaps, Dr. King might not have endorsed this debacle of behavior.\u00a0 As one darling eloquently commented, \u201cThat didn\u2019t stop her from lighting a BIG one.\u201d\u00a0 SHM.\u00a0 It\u2019s just another night in the city too busy partying to even care.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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