WMC: A Retrospect (Part VII)
Monday
Studio A was a brand new club (less than two weeks old) with an incredible sound system, chandeliers everywhere, girls in glass cubes dancing above the bar, and that tingly sense of obscure DJ industry glamerati that makes my balls tingle with self satisfaction. The lineup was decent. MSTRKRFT, Disco D, Feadz & Uffie and, for what its worth, 2 Live Crew.
There was enough of an undercurrent about 2 Live Crew to sweep me in. I don’t really know too many of their songs, but whats the point? How many did they really have?
“And now we gonna bring it back!”
Of course you are.
To their credit (I guess), an act like 2 Live Crew is forced to be built around nostalgia. While most groups have the post-success cushion of corporate events, 2 live crew keeps it real with stripper. Lots and lots of strippers. The duo’s more personable half only had one working arm that he had to use to hold the mic, and his buddy bit the Li’l John/Chappelle cat-call routine so hard I longed for a pimp cup full of aids juice to kill myself off. I guess that justifies the use of strippers to beef up the stage presence, although I should probably be quiet, they might try to sue me.
The 2 Live Crew - Pop That Pussy || Deep Groove Records
Somehow, the novelty of the strippers wore off as they repeatedly pulled girls and guys on stage and made them (to varying degrees) strip, ride, and hump their stage harem. I was entertained seeing the MSTRKRFT guys pose in front of pounds of flailing black thong, but even that got old. I turned around to find the entire club empty. 2 Live Crew had effectively freaked everyone out, and I couldn’t take any more.
And that’s all she wrote. WMC more or less wound down, and we made our not-so-glorious return to the ATL. Stay tuned for the final stats…
