{"id":676,"date":"2011-01-17T14:59:03","date_gmt":"2011-01-17T14:59:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ajdancelegacy.com\/~ajdance\/?p=676"},"modified":"2013-01-29T22:29:41","modified_gmt":"2013-01-29T22:29:41","slug":"the-tradition-edition-16-01-11","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ajdancelegacy.com\/~ajdance\/the-tradition-edition-16-01-11\/","title":{"rendered":"THE TRADITION EDITION 16.01.11"},"content":{"rendered":"

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THE TRADITION EDITION<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGuys we\u2019re closed. The DJ\u2019s car broke down but he\u2019s on his way. Trust me, once he arrives we will open,\u201d mentioned the gruff, goateed gatekeeper.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

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The night consisted of boisterous headscarves, receded hairlines and silver beards. Not only were the afro-centrist out but so were the vanilla explorers all making their annual journey to the music Mecca. Every walk of life from every part of town would join the ranks of the holy land\u2019s pilgrimage. It was MLK weekend. Sunday night\u2019s meeting place was MJQ and the night\u2019s destination was Freedom Village.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

MJQ, the dark, dingy and shady underground shack trapped in the middle of a retail business complex of shops and restaurants, sat hidden from the naked eye. The club\u2019s main entrance and main room were closed off for the night. After all, it was the Sabbath and bars were normally closed due to dry Sunday sales. However, MJQ\u2019s Caf\u00e9, the second room; a space no larger than the interior of one of those shoebox shaped automobiles was the night\u2019s party bus. In the room barely lit by red strobe lights, a 3 by 6 feet DJ booth was perched against the front wall. Underneath a painted ceiling a lone disco ball shimmered over a wooden floor which was practically empty with dancing feet. Along the left side of the caf\u00e9 sat a drab bar, with no<\/span> flashy wall mirror or glass liquor bottles, that entertained most of the room\u2019s guests. Besides the single bartender that bounced back and forth in delight of patron\u2019s tabs and tips, not much kept the eye inspired. Except for the door-less unisex bathroom area towards the room\u2019s rear equipped with three stalls that actually received more business than the bar. Uhmmmm.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

In the heart of the dance floor, a few guys chatted with beers in hands while a couple of gals danced with each other. Although the pilgrimage started out with a handful of gatherers, this would soon change as additional pilgrims joined those in rank dancing on the floor. Alas, the musical journey was set to begin.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Cullen Cole<\/a> with 1970\u2019s porn-stache<\/em>, of former MJQ Deep fame, started the night\u2019s bon voyage traveling southbound on Deep House Lane. Cullen provided the sounds that were not only soft on the ears but easy on the feet. The grooves, so deep and mellow, cleverly blasted from large speakers with clear and precise sound. Every knock, beep and burp could be heard within an ear split of the audio equipment set about the place. There was one large speaker and subwoofer positioned in the front of the space near the DJ booth and another large speaker in the back of the room near sitting benches. Whoever hooked up the sound system did one heck of a job to ensure massive eargasms<\/em> of auditory delight. No one would have any qualms about traveling the distance, if these sounds accompanied the trekkers.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

The musical journey was off to a rave start. Twenty or so minutes later, the box was completely packed from wall to wall with bodies in motion. There barely existed breathing room. The room became so hot it felt more like a mass Hebrew exodus from Egypt in the summer\u2019s hot desert sun than a winter night out in a club.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Before long the smooth sounds of deep house gave way to afro-beat. Unbeknownst, the legendary<\/span> <\/strong>DJ Kemit<\/a> was behind the dashboard and made a mad left turn onto Afro-Beat Parkway. With the volume turned up to full blast, Kemit kept the Fela Kuti coming to a room of hyper-acting-like children in the backseat of a car on a long voyage before being released at a fast food restaurant\u2019s play area. People stood up on benches, threw their arms in the air and roared like jungle lions. WTH?<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

As if that weren\u2019t enough, DJ Kemit had the audacity to make a sharp right onto Disco Drive as BT Express,<\/span><\/strong> \u201cPeace Pipe\u201d<\/span><\/strong><\/a> poured from the box\u2019s speakers. An escalating stream of hoots, hollers and whistles let loose. Once again, the crowd went absolutely bonkers and displayed a mad scene of bedlam.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

The excitement didn\u2019t subside as Michael Jackson commanded the crowd to<\/span><\/strong>, \u201cGet On The Floor\u201d<\/a> and dance with him. Within the song\u2019s disco break, lil\u2019 sister Janet arrived and took control with<\/span><\/strong> \u201cGo Deep\u201d<\/a> (Masters At Work Thunder Mix). The song\u2019s spiritual flute played under Dr. Martin Luther King\u2019s famous proclamation,<\/span><\/strong> \u201cI have A Dream.\u201d<\/a> With a slow fade the music disappeared into oblivion as Dr. King\u2019s vocals were the only sounds left standing in the room of rousing handclaps and stunned visages. One would have thought the people had reached their destination, Freedom Village, but they were a plenty miles away. So the music continued with Donnie\u2019s, \u201cHoliday.\u201d<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Like a pillar of fire by night, DJ Kemit continued to lead the voyagers eastward on Funk Avenue before making a quick right south on Soul Boulevard. The multi-ethnicity crowd followed suit and haphazardly danced and sung through the skyscraper laden city streets of Music Town, for they knew their music maestro would lead them to safe pastures.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

However for some, a dose of fresh air was greatly needed. Some experienced car sickness and needed a quick, \u2018catch my breath.\u2019 Honestly, the box was just too hot with heat and sweaty bodies, not to overlook the gray cloud of cigarette smoke that hovered over the crowd.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

After a quick cigarette break for some and a burst of fresh air for others while dancing in the caf\u00e9\u2019s foyer, the crowd danced off Soul Boulevard and onto Interstate 101 a.k.a. House Music Highway. Percussions from talking drums lightly banged as a female\u2019s voice thundered from the heavens that welcomed the trekkers to Dennis Ferrer\u2019s,<\/span><\/strong> \u201cThe Red Room.\u201d<\/a> One quick glance around revealed that the pilgrims were in the red light district of town. Hooray!!!<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

The sweet scent of sex permeated the air. A soft touch, gentle rub or warm hug from someone meant more than a friendly \u201chello.\u201d Such gestures were masked with carnal sexual desires. Throughout the free(k) zone, flesh groped flesh, groins gyrated against waists and wet kisses were exchanged with total strangers. Yes, the freaks were in the house.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

After exiting the over-charged red light district, DJ Kemit dropped one of the many \u2018WTH\u2019 music surprises of the night. That of a smooth four-count beat resonated from the three giant speakers positioned throughout the room to the rescue of Stevie Nicks on vocals. It was<\/span> <\/strong>\u201cDreams\u201d<\/a> by Fleetwood Mac.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cI can\u2019t believe he\u2019s playing this,\u201d mentioned some guy with dreads walking in the room right before he joined the others singing the chorus, \u201cThunder Happens Only When It\u2019s Raining.\u201d Once again, DJ Kemit bought out the smile in everyone. But wait a minute. Was that Moloko\u2019s,<\/span><\/strong> \u201cSing It Back\u201d<\/a> accapella riding over a gritty house beat?<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Not long after,<\/span><\/strong> Kai Alce<\/a> former resident of MJQ Deep Saturday nights, took over the musical steering wheel that led the people to Freedom Village by way of Old School House Highway to Disco Drive. The appearance of Freedom Village was left open to individual interpretation. The destination was more spiritual than physical; a sort of state of mind that could be intangibly reached rather than tangibly touched. Whatever its shape or form, the people enjoyed its every offering of love outpoured through music and expressed through dance. Upon their arrival, the people danced like never before. They danced harder, their feet moved at lightning speeds and sweat poured from faces faster than torrential rains. Someone please, help the guy off the ceiling; things were getting crazy.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Abstract Truth\u2019s and Monique Bingham\u2019s,<\/span><\/strong> \u201cWe Had A Thang\u201d<\/a> (Matty\u2019s Deep Dub) refreshed the over-heated with cool rhythms, a sultry horn solo and jazzy vocal scats that kept the crowd wanting more. Mr. Kai Alce granted such requests with his recently NDATL release,<\/span><\/strong> \u201cI Got Life\u201d<\/a> by Kemetic Just with Terrance Downs on the mic. The pied piper didn\u2019t stop there but took the congregation to church with his upcoming DJ Rowland Clark remix of the \u201cI sing because I\u2019m free\u201d gospel anthem,<\/span><\/strong> \u201cSparrow.\u201d<\/a><\/p>\n

The wooden dance floor was besieged with several dance circles as people watched bodies dropping on the ground to do the splits. There was the usual guy hand standing with one hand, completely upside down. Talk about balance. Some even caught the Holy Ghost as English caps fanned the hot air while others jumped up on benches to dance in the spirit. The journey had become a free expression for all to celebrate freedom through any vehicle of choice.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Once Freedom Village was reached the crowd began to thin out, which meant more dance space. Soon, Cullen Cole returned to helm the vessel and dropped a furor of beats that kept the dancers on fire. After a captivating night of a peaceful journey to celebrate freedom, the house lights slowly conquered the former dark space, dimly lit by red lights. The celebration had reached its end and now it was time to say \u2018goodbye.\u2019 Never would the pilgrims forget this pilgrimage to the holiest of holies. For within the music, peace, love and joy were found. Through dance, freedom was obtained and all had a right to participate. Dr. King\u2019s speech truly illustrated that people of all walks of life, ethnicities, sexual orientations and creeds could peacefully gather and celebrate as one. \u201cThank God All Mighty. We\u2019re Free At Last.\u201d<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

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