{"id":3044,"date":"2014-06-15T04:26:41","date_gmt":"2014-06-15T04:26:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ajdancelegacy.com\/~ajdance\/?p=3044"},"modified":"2014-07-01T17:58:54","modified_gmt":"2014-07-01T17:58:54","slug":"celebrate-atlantas-premier-party-14-06-14","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ajdancelegacy.com\/~ajdance\/celebrate-atlantas-premier-party-14-06-14\/","title":{"rendered":"CELEBRATE-Atlanta’s Premier Party 14.06.14"},"content":{"rendered":"

CELEBRATE THE DAY<\/strong><\/p>\n

DJ 1derful<\/a>, AKA Joseph King, and his crew; DJ BE, Deigratia and Allison Pickens charges the city\u2019s saturated soulful house music market with an alternative guise-a Saturday day party. His day parties are unique in that no two parties are the same. Be the celebration\u2019s exhaustive list of local guest DJs to its unique grounds. The Atlanta premier party\u2019s home is located at the city\u2019s oldest department store cornered at the cross section of Edgewood and Boulevard. The brick and mortar contains two distinct floors, a bar and DJ space downstairs in the Department Store and a bar with a live band stage upstairs in Erosol. Erosol the Department Store\u2019s old charm antique has been replaced with contemporary furnishings; refurbished wooden floors, pastel color painted walls and black and white visuals that hang on exposed walls. A professional soundboard sits in the room\u2019s rear where a DJ scurries to adjust the highs, mids and lows. No disco ball hangs over the floor only breast-shaped lanterns. For other eye-popping views look out the large window to catch a bustling Old Fourth Ward bask in her majestic glory.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Downstairs libations are poured and gossip is overheard. The bar is packed with handshakes, hugs and smiles. On a leather couch a dad, mom and child pose for a family portrait. The air feels light, the conversations are relaxed that adds personality to the ground floor\u2019s character. Upstairs, the early bird\u2019s, twenty or more individuals, are scattered throughout the room. Voices are stuck in conversation and eyes are glued to mobile screens. One couple provides all the dance floor excitement. Their feet shuffling as their arms create ripples in the air.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Within the hour, green wrist bands fill the room. The graying of hairs and withering hairlines are on full display. A quick glance at faces pits pearly whites against fine wrinkles. The majority of the patrons present are approaching their mid-century mark. Blame it not on the boogie but the daylight hours that provide a high-definition lens of shocking features given to shrink in dark rooms at night.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Michael Jackson\u2019s \u201cYou Can\u2019t Win\u201d causes aged feet to dance. The sounds of Chicago native DJ Tony Jakks, stay firmly Blue Lights in the Basement until the crowd chants \u201cHey Hey<\/a>,\u201d Dennis Ferrer\u2019s yesteryear anthem.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

A band of salt and pepper hair, cropped to a swoosh, appears on stage. DJ Deb stands hunched over and sprawled over the decks. She steadies are index finger that hovers over a red light for a few seconds. On the eighth count she releases her finger to press the button that plays the next track. Where DJ Roland Clark aspires to be \u201cPresident House<\/a>,\u201d a Martha Wash a cappella makes mouths sing \u201cI Don\u2019t Know Anybody Else,\u201d while Kenny Bobien\u2019s \u201cI Shall Not Be Moved<\/a>\u201d takes Celebrate to church. The music \u00a0is all four-to-the-floor hardcore with a dash of old skool\/vocal house and deep house thumps.<\/strong>\u00a0The Jamaican born DJ one-hour set sets the room ablaze. The baby powder falls to the floor. \u00a0The people dance. \u00a0The people sweat. \u00a0<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cWho is the first person to show proof that you are here at the party on a social networking site?\u201d The brainchild of Celebrate-Atlanta\u2019s Premier Party, DJ 1derful asks over the microphone. He sounds like a loveable teddy bear ready for a big hug. He grins with ease as if throwing parties is a summer breeze.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Several months earlier, Joseph and his crew were riding their wave of a moderately successful monthly night soiree at an East Atlanta Village eatery. One Friday night, Joseph and his team loyal arrived at the venue to set up for their gig only to find the establishment\u2019s doors locked without prior warning of the venue\u2019s closure. When one door closes, a new door opens. During a business trip to Texas, Joseph discovered a gem in Houston\u2019s party market. Hmmm, a light bulb moment occurred. A few months later DJ 1derful would test his revelation at the “brick building on the corner,” thanks to the advice of his friend Deigratia. At 2 pm on a February afternoon, Erosol the Department Store opened its stores for its grand debut- Celebrate-the premier Saturday party of its kind.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cMeeee!\u201d A woman with cropped hair screams. The all-too-happy-woman dressed in all white runs up to the DJ stage. She shoves her mobile device in front of DJ 1derful\u2019s blinding smile.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cCongratulations! We have a winner.\u201d It is this winning spirit where Celebrate excels above the average run-of-the-mill carousing. Rather or not one wins a raffle prize; of a local music grab bag or a mega-chain retail gift card, everyone who attends Celebrate feels like a winner. One house music enthusiast eloquently explains her winning formula, \u201cI can party during the day, go home, eat dinner and go to bed at a reasonable time.\u201d<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Words by aj dance\/Visuals by aj dance<\/p>\n\n\t\t