{"id":405,"date":"2012-06-17T22:26:45","date_gmt":"2012-06-17T22:26:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ajdancelegacy.com\/~ajdance\/?p=405"},"modified":"2022-06-13T20:24:33","modified_gmt":"2022-06-13T20:24:33","slug":"danny-krivit-16-06-12","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ajdancelegacy.com\/~ajdance\/danny-krivit-16-06-12\/","title":{"rendered":"DANNY KRIVIT 16.06.12"},"content":{"rendered":"

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DANNY KRIVIT<\/span><\/a><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

A \u201cWHOMP, WHOMP, BOOM!!!\u201d shattered the peaceful summer night air and exploded like bombs over Baghdad onto the neighborhood streets in vicinity of the venue. At the establishment\u2019s framed wooden front door the sub-terrain voice of bass greeted civilians. Once indoors the subwoofers sounded off clear and crisp, \u201cTHUMPS\u201d marching off to war. Seismic waves of decibels sliced through the heart. The soundscape had leveled the battlefield with an apocalyptic \u201cBOOM!\u201d<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cYEAH, it\u2019s the NEW mixer sponsored by Bozak<\/span>!\u201d yelled Tambor\u2019s third in rank with enough joviality to fuel an Army Abrams M1A1 battle tank<\/span>. \u201cI can\u2019t wait for Danny to hear it!\u201d<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Except for being in the company of the frequent bass explosions that rocked the venue, the capacious space felt peculiarly lonely. Behind the music artillery, Commander Stanzeff worked a numbered of<\/span> Tambor\u2019s<\/span><\/a><\/span> foot soldiers stationed at various points throughout the base. The Tambor-in-chief, in Re-Edit mode, strategically crafted current cuts of Quentin Harris\u2019\/Margaret Grace\u2019s, \u201c<\/span>My Joy<\/span><\/a><\/span>,\u201d 3 Amigo\u2019s\/Susu Bobien\u2019s, \u201c<\/span>You Bring Me Joy<\/span><\/a><\/span>\u201d( Guy Robin Mix) and Peven Everett\u2019s, \u201c<\/span>Stuck<\/span><\/a><\/span>\u201d (Phil Asher’s Soul Heaven Version). Tambor\u2019s troops responded with valiant praise. On the contrary, certain imponderability perplexed of certain lacks. Was it the institutional decor? The sleeping disco ball? The missing strobe light theatrics? Or simply, the MIA house heads?<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

My Love Song<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

There is something about the color of love when Danny Krivit shows up to play at Tambor. Red seemed to be the coincidental unofficial uniform color of choice. Red tees, red polos, red pants and red minis showed up to party. Two years prior, Danny threw down at Tambor\u2019s<\/span> Passion Party<\/span><\/a><\/span> where the room was besieged with every hue of lust. Although the venue and many faces have since changed, the vibe had not. Many came expecting to experience a night of passion. And some more than others got that.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Provocative females pranced around practically naked provoking passionate eyes to protrude from both sexes. Hands fondled breasts. Two favorite dancers, one male the other female, disappeared before the party\u2019s guest of honour manned the decks. An older gentleman gripped and groped his female companion with moves that should be left at \u201cSwinging Richards.\u201d Yes, something freaky was in the air. After all, they don\u2019t call this the \u201cSummer Party\u201d for nothing. It is the time when the zeitgeber beckons, \u201cIt\u2019s Mating Season.\u201d<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

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The Big Apple\u2019s Danny Krivit appeared onstage in his uniformed 718 Sessions black tee. Sergeant Body & Soul stood armed and dangerous gripped with firearms, of the music kind, ready to slay Tambor. With a lovable teddy bear visage easy enough to fool<\/em>-his demeanor proved all militant. Without warning, the sock it to em\u2019 and knock em\u2019 out DJ played drill sergeant. With a shuffle of his neck from side to side; the bass dropped and the highs were pitched to roughhouse the audience. The in-demand music hero wasted no time discharging jazz vocalist Gregory Porter\u2019s, \u201c<\/span>1960 What?<\/span><\/a><\/span>(Opopolo Bass & Rerub)\u201d onto the brigade. Surprise! The soft-opener spelled T-R-O-U-B-L-E for a few Paradise Garage vets that expected a more disco anthem. Next, DJN Project’s featuring Theo Larson and Quadir, “Afro-Hard” pumped beats like machetes fired off in an African jungle. The third song proved victorious for the Garage heads of old hence, Ten City\u2019s, \u201cFantasy.\u201d Danny cut the music. The people sung, \u201cI\u2019m Sitting On Top of the World\/Whenever You\u2019re Around Me\u201d the famous lyrics from Skyy\u2019s (AKA New York Skyy) \u201c<\/span>Here\u2019s To You<\/span><\/a><\/span>\u201d. The 20th<\/sup> century jam played with production help from the 21st<\/sup> century remix masters N-Joy and John Morales. Danny in playful mode continued to have fun with the audience and dropped the music and vocals for additional sing-a-long support from Tambor\u2019s troops. Global beats banged courtesy of Distant People\u2019s featuring Nickson, \u201c<\/span>My Love Song<\/span><\/a><\/span>\u201d (Libation Mix by Ian Friday) one of the smoothest gems discovered that night. There\u2019s just something about the color of love when Danny plays love songs at Tambor. Given song legend Kenny Bobien in the house, standing next to the DJ stage texting, Danny played a moving tribute to the king of gospel house with \u201c<\/span>The Light<\/span><\/a><\/span><\/span>.\u201d Later, Kenny\u2019s wife Stephanie Cooke\u2019s tribute arrived, (apropos in the house)<\/span> <\/strong>\u201cLove Will<\/span><\/a><\/span>\u201d (Roots Vocal Mix) the Latin-flavored percussion driven jam that took dancers on a makeshift Navy cruise around the Caribbean Islands. Occasionally, vocal house was abandoned for instrumental driven tracks which displayed variety for a panoply of palettes to enjoy. During one disco house excursion the crowd seemed lost in translation; preoccupied with distractions. Therefore, moving towards the back of the facility to dance the atmosphere reeked of cooked crack. The music faded as the beginnings to a Roland drum loop sounded. Whitney Houston\u2019s voice came into full view from a hazy stir. As Danny dropped the music the crowd sung, \u201cLove Will Save The Day\u201d which sounded more like shouts from the top of their lungs. The 12\u201d inch version made for a great dance among friends on a white powdered dust covered floor. The dance down memory lane continued with Geraldine Hunt\u2019s, \u201cCan\u2019t Fake The Feeling\u201d from 1980. The jam had people wanting to pull out their roller-skates. Back to the present, Danny decided to bless the audience with a reprise of Distant People’s featuring Nickson, \u201c<\/span>My Love Song<\/span><\/a><\/span>\u201d (Libation Mix by Ian Friday). Once again, there is something about the color of love when Danny plays love songs.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

There was no major theatrical disco close-out. No final thirty-minute music set devoted to Salsoul. Heck, the late Donna Summer didn\u2019t appear in the mix. Proper house tracks seasoned here and there with vocals, afro-house punched at higher BPM\u2019s and a dash of disco made an oscillating body of work. Danny wasted little effort playing afterthoughts of yesteryear but rather focused much attention on house music\u2019s current climate. The \u201cKing of the Re-Edit\u201d seemed more engaged in Body & Soul\u2019s inner-makings than the architectural framework of Paradise Garage. The roller skating jams were left behind at the rink and music requests went ignored, even to the tune of MFSB\u2019s \u201cLove Is The Message.\u201d What a valor undertaking, \u201cMy Love Song\u201d was the new \u201cLITM\u201d. That night, house music\u2019s prestigious Medal of Honor went to\u2026\u2026 Mr. Danny Krivit. After all, there is something to Danny Krivit when he plays love songs at Tambor.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\t\t