No lie 4, 5, 6 people who clearly arrive after me get served before me. I'm leaning on the bar and I weigh 230lbs and yet this bartender keeps taking other peoples orders like she can't see me. The bar I was waiting at in the club is a very small bar. I knew I needed an angle for this article but what is it that brought everyone here? What do Dilla's fans receive from his music? Standing at the bar waiting for rye and ginger number 3 provided some answers. Crowd head nodding hard, everyone getting pulled along by the same energies.
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Mixing up nuff of Dilla's songs, along with some complimentary grooves from like minded artists. Wait, what did that kid say? Dj P-Plus on the wheels? Word? Maybe this is better organized than I thought. This night it looked to me like Toronto as a whole was accurately represented. Sometimes it's mostly black youth, sometimes it's mostly white youth, and at times it might be a Philippino crowd. It's not necessarily that one race always dominates the crowd. Another funny thing that generally separates Hip-Hop shows is the fact that their not necessarily that racially diverse. A quick glance of the crowd showed heads who came into Hip-Hop with Run-DMC grooving with heads who came into Hip-Hop with Biggie. I enter the spot and I'm immediately struck by the diversity of the crowd. Things would not be going this smoothly at a Tupac tribute.Īnd I guess this is when I started to realize that maybe this night would have some surprises yet. It was at this moment that a thought popped into my head. I even had a pleasant conversation with the bouncer who frisked me, and generally I'm a grazed testicle away from shutting the whole shit down. For once it didn't seem like the bouncers were purposefully letting people in as slow as humanly possible. It was about a 20 minute wait which was wasn't so bad at all. I momentarily wondered if I was in the right place. Yes the fact that there was a line up in and of itself was surprising but the fact that there were women in the line was downright astounding. First thing to grab my attention was the line. I showed up at Fez Batik Night Club at around 11pm.
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Toronto is full of fags and they'll want to attend cause if anything it'll make them feel like they made it out to the funeral." Sure 4 or so people had called me within 48hrs of Dilla's death to let me know he had passed (2 more than called me when 'Pac died) but would this be a sign that Toronto's backpackers would manage to assemble en mass to celebrate his life and accomplishments? Tweezie offered, "You know Drama, I think people will show up. I let him know that I was on the fence as to whether or not anyone would show up to this function. Also I'm admittedly not the hugest of Jay Dee fans which isn't to say I'm not a fan, it's just that I wasn't confident a night heavy on Dilla beats would play well.Īnyway I call up my boy Big Tweezie to see what his take would be. I really wanted to support but its cold in the Big Smoke in March people, and when Thor's own wind chill whips up your pant leg your likely to remember that blunts burn just as nicely at home. I was worried about the prospect of having to sit through another poorly attended hip hop function surrounded by men. I wasn't worried about the money getting to his mother or anything like that. When word originally got back to me that a tribute had been arranged for Jay Dee (a.k.a J-Dilla) I was a little sceptical. right.so i didn't break the book out but silently endured the rap holocaust.halfway wishing i was drunk, but knowing that would really fucking depress me the next day. i carry a variety of weapons on my person, in my car, or around my home for any kind of some ice and cool it down willy bee.put that pot on simmer and focus down on the review. have i ever mentioned i have a serious anger management problem? i basically burn fire all day, ranging from simmer to boil. i could see some slab of meat knocking the book out of my hand and then getting in my grill "what you reading nerd? oh nothing cause i just knocked your book onto the floor? what you gonna do about that?" which would make me pull out my mace.mace his face, then smash a bottle into his fucking face.which would feel really fucking good, but would get me kicked out. i was ready to do some reading, but then thought that would be a bad idea. Four more acts after that which ranged from wanting to slit my wrists to wanting to blow my brains out.