{"id":2938,"date":"2014-02-26T00:54:33","date_gmt":"2014-02-26T00:54:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ajdancelegacy.com\/~ajdance\/?p=2938"},"modified":"2020-03-23T23:49:14","modified_gmt":"2020-03-23T23:49:14","slug":"louie-vega-anane-15-02-14-part-i","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ajdancelegacy.com\/~ajdance\/louie-vega-anane-15-02-14-part-i\/","title":{"rendered":"LOUIE VEGA & ANANE 15.02.14 Part I"},"content":{"rendered":"

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LOUIE VEGA & ANANE<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Part 1<\/i><\/p>\n

Black Curtain<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

There hang long black drapes in one corner of the room, next to the DJ stage and behind the global bazaar.\u00a0<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

A steady stream of bodies treks from out the curtain.<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Gofers fetch drinks from the bar before they disappear back into the curtain.<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

A group of hourglass curves exit the curtain with glowing smiles.<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Those left on the outside watch curiously.\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Something goes on behind those large black drapes.<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

You can feel the energy.<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Is this some makeshift private VIP, roped off from the common soul?<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Or a moon ritual?<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\"Louie<\/a>\u00a0<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Louie Vega<\/a><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Always, Louie Vega brings the unadulterated soulful house music sound that capsizes at 126 beats per minute.\u00a0 Foot heavy four-on-the-floors slap the faces of dancers.\u00a0 His sound is not for the faint.\u00a0 Or for the soft of feet that prance on the tips of toes as ballerinas.\u00a0 These days, ears have to be conditioned to tolerate stuttered 808\u2019s as hamstrings have to be fully stretched to endure the wear and tear that shall soon follow. \u00a0\u00a0In all, this is Louie\u2019s tribute to his old school roots, when late 80\u2019s house and early 90\u2019s house ruled.\u00a0 His momentum takes you back to the Devil\u2019s Nest in the Bronx. \u00a0A time when vocal house pit the Jacksons against First Choice.\u00a0 Anyone for Lynn Lockamy?\u00a0 Inaya Day?\u00a0 Duane Harden?\u00a0 To fully understand Louie is to fully understand the sum of his parts.\u00a0 Vega Records.\u00a0 Roots remixes.\u00a0 EOL essentials.\u00a0 Fania T-shirts?\u00a0 Louie is not shy to spotlight his ethos.\u00a0 Louie Vega revolves around Louie\u2019s world. He is a titan in the industry, a revered leader among his peers.\u00a0 When Louie speaks, people actually jot notes.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0People just don\u2019t happen to dance to Louie Vega in the mix. \u00a0They are subconsciously pulled into his black hole.\u00a0 Rather or not education on the dance floor is your dogma.\u00a0 You will be schooled.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

23:00<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Aww, look, the darling couple sits on stage.\u00a0 His body is pinned against hers.\u00a0 Their body language speaks love.\u00a0 She pulls out her smartphone encased in candy apple red.\u00a0 \u201cClick.\u201d\u00a0 The selfie captures two loving souls.\u00a0\u00a0 That\u2019s cute.\u00a0 However, the crowd is ready to experience what they dropped Gs for.\u00a0<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Like a swan\u2019s tears dropping into tranquil waters, Japanese violinist, Chieko Kinbara\u2019s dramatics bleeds all over Josh Milan\u2019s heartfelt \u201cJust Like Love<\/a>.\u201d\u00a0 The Timmy Regisford and Adam Rios tropical beat builds to a muddled rise.\u00a0 The train is running off the tracks.\u00a0 Can anyone help?\u00a0 To the rescue he comes.\u00a0 Where?\u00a0 To the right of the stage.\u00a0 His two eyes peep over three Pioneers.\u00a0 His waist and upper torso bends over the CD players.\u00a0 The man is dressed in a black tee and sporting his signature stingy-brim fedora.\u00a0 A tattooed tribal arrow points towards his hand that turns shiny knobs, while his right hand cups a silver earphone.\u00a0 His stance commands all attention.\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

A few facial visages appear stunned.\u00a0 Perhaps the sight of their idol standing a few feet away smacks them.\u00a0 Or is it the beat?\u00a0 The \u201coonz, oonz, oonz<\/em>,\u201d clocks at high speeds. \u00a0All courtesy of a power kick drum, hissing snares and a heart pounding bass thump.\u00a0 Bodies erk and jerk.\u00a0 Inquiries of confusion contort eyebrows.\u00a0 Smoky vocals sing that adds additional confusion.\u00a0 The beat overpowers the messenger.\u00a0 Louie understands.\u00a0 He adjusts the controls.\u00a0 Fail.\u00a0 So, two heavyweights move a monitor closer to Vega\u2019s post for greater sound definition.\u00a0 The light bulb idea works.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cI was At The Club<\/a>, somewhere near the bar.\u201d Lynn Lockamy never sounded better in surround sound.\u00a0 Her accappella plays over the same sixteen counts that startled minutes earlier.\u00a0 The crowd gets it.\u00a0 They sing, \u201cWhen I saw that man.\u201d\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Somewhere the secular intersects the spiritual.\u00a0 A juxtapose that possesses one dancer to bolt up the stage and back down stage in nanoseconds.\u00a0 \u201cCan I preach to you?\u201d\u00a0 Arms thrust into the air.\u00a0 Hands beat speakers.\u00a0 Mops of hair wiggle from side-to-side.\u00a0 People are short of falling out in the spirit.\u00a0 Whatever Louie laced this \u201cCan I preach to you?\u201d acapella, sets the people free.\u00a0 Earlier hesitations of premature expectations are now fully abandoned.\u00a0 The people melt in the hands of Louie.\u00a0 The room is ripe and ready to receive.\u00a0<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cHey, hey, hey, hey.\u201d\u00a0 A familiar voice beckons from the audio\u2019s output. \u00a0“It’s Not Over,” sings a First Choice soundclip. \u00a0 The score\u2019s highs pull to the fore, the bass drops into oblivion that leaves the mids pitched against white noise.\u00a0 Orchestrated strings pull the melody back into existence.\u00a0 A moody electric guitar speaks with a twang.\u00a0 The disco re-edit is the Gamble and Huff produced Jackson\u2019s \u201cShow You The Way To Go\u201d vs. MFSB “The Sound of Philadephia” that sucks the room right into Louie\u2019s black hole.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Mr. Vega is eager to show off his universe.\u00a0 His world is full of stars.\u00a0 Louie Vega staring Duane Harden, Louie Vega staring Bucie and Louie Vega staring Julie\u2026the list goes on and on and on.\u00a0 God love him.\u00a0 Louie is always staring someone.\u00a0<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

If Louie had to play one summative oeuvre it would be Louie Vega starring Duane Harden\u2019s \u201cNever Stop<\/a>.\u201d\u00a0 The Sunset Ritual Version lyrically laced with positivity uplifts the room to a higher state.\u00a0 When lead vocalist Duane Harden backs Cindy Mizelle to sing \u201dLift You Up,\u201d the atmosphere erupts with explosives.\u00a0 Louie could pack his crates, grab his wife and make a run for the door.\u00a0 The crowd would never know they were robbed.\u00a0<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Thankfully, the GRAMMY award winner proves why he is the hardest working man in soulful\/deep\/house music and continues to drop hits.\u00a0 He plays his Piano Dub of the Native Sons \u201cCity Life<\/a>.\u201d\u00a0 Don\u2019t get too comfortable with Inaya Day yelling, \u201cHey, Hey.\u201d\u00a0 Louie throws a curve ball.\u00a0 When the outro bass line filters to low-fi, in comes Louie\u2019s Factory Mix Part 1 for even more hi-fidelity bass trickery.\u00a0 This guy won\u2019t even stick to playing one of his remixes: he goes in to play two of his remixes.\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

A key in F-minor bumps over 125 BPMs.\u00a0 Is it filler time? \u00a0Louie allows the crowd to breathe.\u00a0 After all, a professional knows not to wear out his or her guests in twenty minutes.\u00a0 <\/i>So he cools the school with the \u2018Princess of House\u2019 on \u201cAngels Are Watching Me<\/a>\u201c his Vega Old School UN Instrumental. \u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cLadies and Gentlemen,\u201d The ever recognizable accent of Tambor\u2019s<\/a> founding father DJ Stan Zeff announces with microphone in hand.\u00a0 \u201cLet\u2019s give a warm Tambor welcome for the second time to\u2026.. \u201c<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Anane Vega<\/a><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

The force of Anane does not pull in the opposite direction but rather digs deeper into the waters that birthed her voice of ancestral soul.\u00a0 \u00a0Her Cape Verde, two tiny archipelagos to the left of the Motherland\u2019s shores, roots is her narrative.\u00a0 At one point growls and chirps resonates through the room.\u00a0 At safer beats per minute, one dancer feels compelled to join the flock rushing center stage to lay eyes on the DJ.\u00a0<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

The male and female species are rarely treated to lay eyes on a Glamazon.\u00a0 Let alone a Glamazon DJ.\u00a0 A simple gesture as pulling her sandy blond locks back into a tail captivates the room.\u00a0 The \u201cBem Ma Mi<\/a>\u201d singer radiates a glow that blings brighter than the ‘Rock’ gold chain hanging around her elongated neck.\u00a0 Voices whisper, \u201cBeauty is only skin deep.\u201d\u00a0 But in Anane\u2019s case her God given beauty is layered not linear.\u00a0 Not one to rest solely on her symmetrical cheekbones, the singer, DJ, wife, philanthropist and most recent entrepreneur proves she has skills.\u00a0 The music she plays is self-evident, realized and afro driven.\u00a0 A fact her partner-no, not Antonello Coghe-acknowledges in eye distant.\u00a0 A head nod to her hubby at work provides approval for him to chime in the fun.\u00a0\u00a0 The two stationed at polar opposites of the mixing spectrum align their chakras into one cohesive body.\u00a0 Impressive, breathtaking and sometimes all over the place is what the two display.\u00a0 A husband and wife DJ tag team.\u00a0 After all, Louie and Anane are house music\u2019s Jay and Bey.\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cFlowers bloomin, mornin\u2019 dew and the beauty seems to say\u2026..A velvet voice sings.\u00a0 \u201cIt\u2019s a pleasure when you treasure all that\u2019s new and true and gay.\u201d\u00a0 Rhythm and Blues lovers recognize the voice they grew up with as Luther Vandross.\u00a0 Then from nowhere, Glow\u2019s \u201cChange of Love\u201d goes from straight disco to proper Jersey house.\u00a0 Dancing feet keep pace for the second verse.\u00a0 Until a voice announces, \u201cWe gon take it back.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Where Anane stops:\u00a0 Louie starts.\u00a0 Electric synths jabs staccato punches.\u00a0 The volume slowly ascends.\u00a0 The ears of elders recognize the ear candy. \u00a0<\/span><\/strong>\u201cSay are you happy\u201d an angelic voice asks.\u00a0 Feet stomp the floor.\u00a0 Arms thrust into the air.\u00a0 \u201cHave you been down to the club that the worldly people love.\u201d<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Perhaps this Moon Ritual is not the \u201cClub Lonely (Lonely People)<\/a>\u201d that Lil’ Louis envisioned.\u00a0 Black, brown, tan, yellow, beige and peach faces dot wall to wall.\u00a0 People are adorned with their spouse, people whisper amongst friends and even the single dance hand in hand.\u00a0 No one appears to be lonely.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

A few counts later the medley switches tides but stays true old school.\u00a0 \u201cCan You Hit It\/Hit It,\u201d a powerhouse vocal repeats.\u00a0 Again the crowd goes AWOL.\u00a0 \u201cBrighter Daaaaaaayyyyy<\/a>.\u201d \u00a0Singer Dajae wails into the air for an extended frame on the Cajmere\u2019s Underground Goodies Mix.\u00a0 Lads take note a professional not only knows the right song to play at the right time but the right remix to play of the song.\u00a0<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Earth People\u2019s \u201cDance<\/a>\u201d floors feet and silences every criticism.\u00a0 \u201cI Got Something for your mind, your body and soul.\u201d\u00a0 A First Choice sound clip brags.\u00a0 The party man does not stop there he continues throwing down classic heat from Chitown to the 5 Boroughs.\u00a0 But around the corner lurks eyes that glow with fire in the dark.\u00a0 A force flies from the speakers.\u00a0 Knees crash onto the concrete.\u00a0 Acid house spews its vengeance.\u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

BLACKOUT.<\/span><\/strong>\u00a0 One dancer is stretched out between a speaker box and a railing.\u00a0<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\t\t