(typed this in one take a let it flow, i’ll edit and clean it up later)
Last week at Soul In The Horn was another banger. The excitement of getting out Friday night was already bubbling up. Natasha Diggs always throws it down and I knew she’d get my feet moving. Dj Center typically comes with eclectic bangers and interesting vibes that will make u go digging, but Talib Kweli on the decks???
I wasn’t sure what to expect as far as the sound journey. The thought was the type of mental puzzle that music types like myself like to indulge in. Questions like:
- is he gonna rock any of his new material
- how is his transitions
- damn how deep is his collection
- will I dance, damn I hope I can get it in just a bit
All this helps the time past as I’m flying through the city, music blasting across the Brooklyn Bridge, then up the West Side Highway and over to the Meatpacking District to Subrosa for Soul In The Horn.
The parking Gods were with me, blessing me with a spot right around the corner. The energy was live as it always is in that area with the surrounding clubs/shops/eatery.
I take a break before going in to set up camera settings get my head right, taking outdoor night shots here and there. Up walks Bilal and crew. I love the energy these days as this is pretty normal. Regardless, i’m fan of the artistry of music and internally the soul brother’s contribution. We briefly vibe before I snap a shot, *click* (sure camera’s don’t make click sounds anymore but fuxk it).
Fast forward… I get there just in time for the performances (typical Gemini shit). A woman I now know to be Lena Carr performs a few tracks. I’m not familiar with her name so she must be beginning he traction.
Lena caught my immediate attention cause she’s cute, a plus for a female vocal performer, the focus came back quickly though. I was shooting vids/flicks and wanted to visually represent this artist as beautiful as I see her. The music was cool, chill radio r&b soul vibe that the ladies would rock to and feel all femininely connected to and shxt.
It will be interesting to see how she develops, there’s more searching going on there and when she finds it Lena Carr will be reborn.
Although I’m in the front, I like taking shot in the cut and catching the subtle touches. Not using my flash is limiting, but necessary to maintain the peacefulness and naturalness of a shot to me. It’s unintentional and innocent… “I want to capture her innocence”, i’m thinking.
Next up to the stage was Grammy nominate Sly 5th Ave on Sax (multi instrumentalist Prince, Taylor Swift, Quantic) and DJ Center ( Push The Fader | GiantStep) for a live set. I guess it was impromptu by the flow but could have been prepared.
Center’s eclectic gems from Latin lands warmed the crowd as Sly5thAve played with the rhythm. I wanted more from Sly5thAve as his playing was dope during the moments where he rocked out.
Things turned up once Maurice “MoBetta” Brown hopped on stage trumpet in hand.
The added impromptu energy reminded me of the beauty of this party. You never know what’s about to jump off. But when it does it’s magical and for that moment the best thing in the world. I’m watching music magic happen before my eyes, I choose to be inspired!
Fast forward and DProsper (host/curator) introduces Talib Kweli.
This is the part that I enjoy. That set up, the DJ entering the area, headphone check, computer connection, cd’s organized (or not), vinyl crates ready, crowd overview, the nervousness or confidence… yea, that’s that shxt.
It the thought is a flash, yet remains completely aware of the present. I honestly can’t remember many of the tracks that played, because he took me on a dope sound journey. I recall the transitions which were smooth, the follow up tracks on point and relevant to the crowd, his dexterity with scratching tracks in and overall energy. The longer he rocked, the more comfortable he became and then shit just got ill…
There was this Busta track that stands out, what the fuxk was that Talib???
I know a lot about music and obscure shit, but I make no claims to be a Questlove type of encyclopedic mind. I actually don’t know much about music after 2000 lol, it’s like my mind shut down and said nothing else matters.
Ok, it’s not like that’s true mad dope shxt but i’m going off course (typical Gemini shxt).
All that was to say, maybe it’s a Busta track that I never heard but I really think it was some new shxt. I saw Busta playing some new material for his holiday drop. That joint though Talib…. was FIRE!
In between all that, my feet was moving through the crowd getting it in here and there. Ladies was looking fine as they do every week, sexy movements here, smiles there, it all enhanced the Talib’s presence… good look Brooklyn.
So yea, I enjoyed Talib on the decks. I’m mad opinionated because my understanding of the decks come from dance/house dj’s. In that area, sound and aesthetics are very particular. A lot of controlling and manipulating is always going on. Every little detail is important if it’s heard for the partygoers experience.
Natasha Diggs closed out the night as she does, with instant foot movers and head nodders. Her sexy and warm soulful sound is very comfortable for the crowd. She knows how to control the vibe well and adjust with the dips to bring it to her level of satisfaction. I’ve seen first her take a crowd that died and made that shxt some old Studio 54 type party, dead ass.
Back to the subject… I know how Natasha get’s down and I’m ready to dance for real. No camera holding or nothing.
I see the dancers getting it in near the front, the vibe is lovely, i’m going to just run to the car and grab something, get my head right and come back.
My ass bounce from Subrosa and I can’t find the car (the alcohol was kicking in, i was supposed to be dancing it off, i don’t get stupid drunk in public ever, just internally mind fucked, no one knows tho).
I thought I parked a block away but now I walked a good 8 or 9 short blocks. Oh shxt, wait a minute! My bag had a hole in it I think, what if I the key fell out somewhere. Damn, i’m not gonna find it…
Wait a minute, I don’t think I locked the door. Is it possible somebody stole the car or wait, that space I was in was maaad shaky. Even though I asked the cop if I was good and he said yea, what if I wasn’t, that muthafuxker set me up and had me towed…..
All these thoughts are in my head as I’m walking. I said fuck it, started heading back to the Subrosa and I’m a block away and over to the right is the car… damn, that was a twisted “gotta have my pops moment”.
Fast forward and I’m back in the spot and ready to make my presence known on the dance floor. Taking the jacket off, I hear Natasha say… “We’d like to thank you all for coming out….” lol.
My heart dropped, buzz fully intact and feet ready to move… goodbye dance hard on, time to go home. There’s always next week or the week after, think I’ll relax this weekend with my baby girl and recharge.
Fast forward… yes I made it home safely (sorta fell asleep at a bus stop but I was parked and near home).
And that’s The Brooklyn Word… unfiltered realness!