Rodge R.
Yelp
"Hip hop just died this morning / and she's dead, she's dead"
Nas couldn't be more right for the most part. But on Friday night, if you walk through an alley, go up some inconspicuous stairs, and enter a small club in Chinatown, you'll know that the good stuff still moves the crowd.
Right after a great meal at Tantra, "the funky fresh dressed to impress" Aimee S. and I decided to head to Firecracker, instead of Zanzibar, Balance and Cranes Tavern.
"Err...too far, that cost too much and eh," said the two full-and-sleepy-as-hell yelpers.
*** "I met this girl, when I was ten years old / and what I loved most she had so much soul" ***
The parking fee was not Staples-outrageous so we parked in a lot right in front of the venue. A soul-jazz singer was supposed to be playing on the first level while the DJs of Firecracker held it down on the second floor. On the first level, there is a small stage with a decent dance floor for people who want to cut it up. Comfy leather couches, with tables, are in the back in case you want to get your "LA" on and talk with your friends while some struggling, talented artist tries to entertain your apathetic a$s. The crowd was ultra-eclectic. Folks of all ages seemed to be the normal crowd here. I loves me a jawnt with absolutely no pretense. However, I don't like a bartender who measures how much booze she mixes in your drink. In yelp-speak, our drinks were mos'-definitely "weaksauce".
*** "Now she be in the burbs licking rock and dressing hip / and on some dumb sh*t, when she comes to the city" ***
Since the band was taking a break we decided to take our weaksauce drinks and head upstairs. As we walked up the stairs I could hear the pulse of good hip-hop. My hip-hop. That '89 to '95 stuff that I grew up on. Instantly, Aimee turned to me and expressed her new love for this joint. A small, dim room with another bar. Nothing lavish. It wouldn't surprise me if some box company, like the one on LOST, runs it's operation there in the morning. Same crowd as downstairs, only a little younger, and some of them knew how to pop-lock.
Damn. Did I just hear the DJ mix some Lauryn to BDP to Cypress to Q-Tip? Yep. I'm coming back.
We hung out for a little while until our mouths kept arguing over who had the deeper yawn. Too tired to shake like polaroids, we drove home more than satisfied.
*** "But I'ma take her back hoping that the sh*t stop / 'cause who I'm talking 'bout y'all is hip-hop" ***
*Excerpts from Common's "I Used to L.O.V.E. Her"
The LOWDOWN
Minus 1 star for the weak a$s drinks.
Plus 1 star for the great crowd. Again, no pretense here, kids.
Plus 1 star for being close enough so I don't have to take the 101.
Plus 2 stars for the awesome music selection. Stronje.