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MIGUEL MIGS&LISA SHAW\/MASTER KEV<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

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J Day\u2019s Intro<\/em><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

She arrived fashionably late, very elegant and very soft. The portrait of finesse. The acute epitome of a real woman, a working woman, and a single mother of three. The sexy siren stood at least six-feet three inches in noir spiked stilettos deadly enough to kill. Dressed in a sheering white and pencil thin black line dress, with a wrap around the neck cut to die for that revealed hidden treasures between two hills, the svelte form sashayed upstairs with stylish grace. Her two-doe eyes shimmered and sparkled like the brightest of all diamonds, so sharp and ever so clear, against the contrast of the red strobe lights dancing on the stair\u2019s metal guardrails. Two strong eyelashes, highlighted with baby blue shadow, flirted dangerously while batting at high speeds. Scarce cosmetics were used only to enhance her natural bronze pigment that captivated the room of lusty eyes. Blessed with silky black glossy hair tightly pulled back into an exaggerated mane that traveled down to the mid-section of her back whooshed from side to side in one impressive sweep. She showered the room with a precious gift-the gift of love. She hugged the family and greeted strangers with a bright smile and a host of pearly whites. Candy coated pouted red lips pronounced, \u201cWhy thank you\u201d as she offered brief gratitude with a distinguished German accent fit for an Afro-German queen. The essence that defines a woman. It was her day. For it was her earth day.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

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MIGUEL MIGS & LISA SHAW<\/em><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Two weeks earlier the stage had transformed to some type of freak fest-an exhibitionist circus of superfluous magnitude. It was a global bazaar for the town\u2019s clowns and characters to showcase mindless behavior. A night when people went out to, \u201cjust go out.\u201d Within the lounge an oppressive weight of oxidation balanced the air that watered eyes and filled lungs with unsavory whiffs. Flashing neon red strobe lights nervously jumped and anxiously skipped in spastic patterns across the upper tier marked by dark walls covered in black smoke barely visible due to sweaty flesh packed tight within the room. People danced. People conversed. People smoked hookahs. People paraded about as if beauty queens. People\u00a0wearing sneakers stood on the dance floor. People waved to standees across the room. People conversed in the language of drunken debauchery. People groped, on off-rhythm counts, practically falling to the carpet-less<\/em> dance floor below. Others locked lips and swapped spit with animated tongue thrusts. Young blondes whisked their heads with a wink of an eye as if some dog were to wag its tail their way.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

There was a type of pretentious overtone screaming louder than the West Coast house music pumping from the all-new turbo sound system. The \u201cGuidos\u201d threw money to impress dates. The scantily clad threw cleavages to entice dates. The techno-acid washed room of translucent onyx, purple pastels, and red hues reeked of sweaty desperation-the kind so pungent it washes off after two showers two days later. A pack of young multi-ethnic girls with blank expressions dressed in the \u201clittle black dress\u201d paraded around with neon green fluorescent bans chocking their necks while mocking modern day slavery. Not to mention, the young impressionable girls seemed to grow younger with each passing minute. There they were stumbling up the carpeted stairs into some young boy\u2019s arms dressed in some designer label suit, purchased from some mall, while people tried to dance mind you. There it was the pulling up of mini-skirts revealing more legs or more ass. Whatever was revealed was way too much. \u00a0Nothing in this Babylonia made since. At least not to the sober mind.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

There was no refuge, no place to find such sweet solace amongst the revilers, not even out doors which was plagued by summer\u2019s sarcasm of humidity. Instead, disheveled chaos danced with unorganized noise as both laughed in the seasoned faces of the \u201cI\u2019m too old for this shit.\u201d There was the sound of patty-tap claps thundering loudly from the all-new turbo sound system that brought to mind the sound of raves gone by. But this party was for the young, the young minds pretending to throw what they have in the faces of the have nots. The velvet roped off VIP section showcased such delusional trajectories. It mattered not if one could purchase pocket breaking drinks or platinum credit charged trinkets because for most in the place that was pointless. Many of the gathered dancers were in the house to experience the musical makings of San Francisco\u2019s legendary DJ<\/span><\/strong> Miguel Migs<\/a> along side house diva vocalist<\/span> <\/strong>Lisa Shaw<\/a>.<\/p>\n

Michael Steward aka Miguel Migs, a tad bit underdressed for the raucous occasion, worked underneath the \u201cNo DJ Request\u201d sign. \u00a0While songstress Lisa Shaw mingled with guests after her first arousing vocal performance of the night. The room abuzz with much activity and way too many conversations seemed jovial and had personality. Thankfully Miguel pumped and tweeked deep thumping bass lines that drowned out most of the excessive chit-chatter. The Petal Pusher medicated the room with a prescribed dose of funky soul that offered temporary relief from the room\u2019s toxicities. Miquel\u2019s recommended allowance of therapeutic beats jumpstarted the heart with a rush of blood and commanded feet to spin around in circles. The healthy west coast ointment soothed the soul and provided bountiful relief to severe heartaches and severe pains. This was the good stuff. That addictive house that could raise the dead and give soul to the soulless. If this jack didn\u2019t move the groove then nothing could.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

The ever so spirited party girl, Lisa Shaw segued into a catalog of house classics. The songstress belted out the playful<\/span><\/strong>, \u201cThose Things<\/a>,\u201d the intoxicating,<\/span><\/strong> \u201cAll Night High<\/a>\u201d and the vibrant,<\/span><\/strong> \u201cMake Things Happen<\/a>\u201d to a cheering audience of \u201cyays\u201d and \u201carrghhs.\u201d After her lively fifteen minute second performance of the night, a sizeable portion of the crowd abandoned the carpet free dance space for other toxic tastes. This was perfect timing and made for a perfect dance as Miguel jumped into a barrage of old school sing-a-longs. The Jungle Brothers played. Marshall Jefferson played. Tramaine Hawkins Sang. Altogether, side-by-side they played as little school children playing on the playground at recess in a sand box.<\/span> <\/strong>\u201cI\u2019ll House You<\/a>\u201d mixed with<\/span> <\/strong>\u201cMove Your Body<\/a>\u201d and<\/span> <\/strong>\u201cFall Down<\/a>\u201d were reworked with updated beats that instantaneously refreshed old school record crates into modern wav computer files. Thankfully, all hope for humanity was not lost as the Naked Music Label founder played his latest release, fresh from the studio, featuring 1980\u2019s soul singing sensation Evelyn Champaign King\u2019s<\/span><\/strong> \u201cEverybody<\/a>\u201d that drew everyone back to the dance floor for one last dance. Those blistered drunk with alcohol or those high as kites with plastered smiles on face seemed to not mind as they stumbled to keep pace with the disco beat. For all it\u2019s worth the night was not a complete and utter disaster. The night\u2019s savior, west coast funky house music, might not have been remembered the following morning by the intoxicated but for the sober the night would live on as a music filled success in the land of the immoral. Oh, by the way, Happy Ten Year Anniversary,<\/span> <\/strong>Halo Lounge<\/a>.<\/p>\n

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MASTER KEV<\/em><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Three hundred and thirty-six hours later, the lounge contained no frantic pace, no chaotic buzz, just a sweet savored scent of serenity that greeted each guest at the crossroads of the lounge\u2019s steel front door structure and the white partitions in the sparse front foyer. A cold draft blew across the upstairs bar highlighted by lines of pastel purples to the dimly lit DJ booth tucked neatly away in a dark little corner and from there to the lower level bar aglow in onyx located on the first floor. Yes, it was going to be a different night, one of more peace and of more love, less crowds and less noise. The DJ equipment whistled whimsical melodies over deep house beats-through the lounge\u2019s all-new turbo sound system-to the few attendees scattered about, those positioned at the bar ordering cocktails, and others posted on the dance floor in brief conversations. DJ\u2019s Stanzeff and BE played musical ambassadors playing that kind of soul that moved the feet. At times their valiant efforts yielded lukewarm results because the crowd seemed stuck in neutral-sitting on noir couches and noir chairs moving nowhere in particular. The abandoned carpet-free dance floor seemed emotionally lonely. It screamed for at least one or two feet to prance around on its concrete face with fancy footwork.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Ninety minutes later, the night\u2019s openers made way for the night\u2019s headliner from NYC. \u00a0The DJ booth was crowded. \u00a0The gathering audience of dancers secured prime real estate on the cement floor and welcomed the special guest from the Big Apple. Kevin<\/span><\/strong> \u201cMaster Kev<\/a>\u201d wore a black baseball cap with black tee and approached the musical arsenal with tight precision. READY. AIM. FIRE. The goatee DJ bombarded the dancers with an assortment of thick thumping beats pitched well over 120 BPM, folks that\u2019s beats per minute, to a dizzying cacophony and this was only the first song. But it was not the headliner\u2019s fault nor the night\u2019s openers. Sometime earlier, after DJ Stanzeff played Soundgarden\u2019s,<\/span><\/strong> \u201cBlack Hole Sun<\/a>\u201d remixed by Master Kev and production partner-in-crime Tony Loreto the sound coming from the speakers grew muddled and more muddled over time until it became very bass heavy-this is when the bass overpowers the other elements of a song, i.e. vocals, instruments-till the songs became undistinguished. Sadly, the all-new turbo sound system seemed ill equipped to keep up with the frantic pace of Master Kev\u2019s beat em\u2019 and smash em\u2019 up mix master style. The venue\u2019s air quality was a filthy mess, not with hazy carcinogens but of muffled vocals, muffled beeps, muffled burps and muffled drums. The former Musiq Soulchild, currently called Musiq, sounded drowsy with vocals so low they were a faint whisper while finger snaps fell from the sky to slow things down a bit. From there the mix picked up speed with the night\u2019s highlight beaming bright from British band Sade versus Netherlands tech-houser Henrik Schwarz with<\/span><\/strong>\u00a0\u201cPearls and Headphones<\/a>\u201d a friendly hybrid remixed by the renowned Hani. Then for more bang, Son Of Raw a.k.a. Dennis Ferrer\u2019s,<\/span><\/strong> \u201cBlack Man In Space<\/a>\u201d was dropped into the concoction that added the extra bounce to get that booty off the couch and onto the dance floor. DYNOMITE!!! Outta nowhere dropped the parent of house music-Mama Disco. The transition so hard and so sudden threw the dancers for a giant loop and not the loops made on ice rink competitions. The dancers rebounded and screamed with joy to the smash-ups of Brother Johnson\u2019s,<\/span><\/strong> \u201cStomp<\/a>\u201d and Michael Jackson\u2019s,<\/span><\/strong> \u201cOff the Wall<\/a>\u201d both songs produced by Quincy Jones.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

The carpet-free dance space ballooned with excitement that burst into bubbles of confetti energy. Even the birthday party, clearly packed with non-house heads, separated in the unmarked VIP section joined in on the fun. The group\u2019s birthday girl danced barefoot with a Floridian, also barefoot, in ballroom circles and couples two-step. Too bad the drunken youngin\u2019 of all smiles, mind you, carelessly bumped elbows and haphazardly spun around into other dancers trying to get their groove on. \u201cExcuse me(s), I\u2019m sorry,\u201d littered the playing field. Maybe the apologies would have deemed more acceptable had she not kept up the bumper car syndrome for several songs thereafter. \u201cThat is why I don\u2019t do hip-hop clubs,\u201d framed another darling gifted in the art of dance staring fervently with eyes of fire into the intoxicated heart of the barefoot crash dummy. Later, the drunken starlit was to be found passed out sleeping on a noir leather couch in the VIP\u2026..<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Overall the party jingled with the intensity that elevated the crowd into orbit. Al<\/span><\/strong>ong with Master Kev\u2019s help, the crowd of fifty plus touched the halo of wonderment. It was one of those nights, not rare but not common either, where the stars shined bright and the moon beamed soft rays of light upon the dance floor. This was only the beginning and only the warm-up to what was to follow next\u2026\u2026<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

The Tale of Two<\/a><\/p>\n

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