There are indeed occasions where words cannot effectively cover how massive something was. Many say the key to journalism is to efficiently use wordplay to be able to conjure images that make actions come to life. I don’t think those words exist to describe last night. If you gave of yourself entirely, gave in to the concussive impact of the U Street Music Hall Soundsystem, and found the cause for the event right and just, then you literally felt every emotion music allows humanity to feel. In six hours, kingpin selectors ALL played sets that were ethereal, sublime and completely and undeniably the best of their kind heard in the city all year. When asking every single DJ to a man what propelled this destructive blast of soulsonic force out of them? They all had the same answer: “I had to go in for Steve.” Stone, deadfaced serious each and every time. The delirium caused by the level of excellence of these sets proved an undeniable fact to be true. Steven McPherson, aka DJ Stereo Faith is maybe one of the best dudes ever in underground music. If we harness the force of sound and human energy contained in U Street Music Hall last night, there’s no doubt that not only will Stereo Faith overcome his brain tumor, but he will come back renewed, with a vigor and excellence never before seen or heard.
All of the folks came out. Taxlo’s Simon Phoenix and Cullen Stalin. The Brick Bandits/Mad Decent afilliates Dirty South Joe, DJ Sega and Guns Garcia. Crossfaded Bacon’s Uncle Jesse. The Nouveau Riche crew. Tabi Bonney. Representatives of every major clothing brand, venue and independent record label in the Northeast. Nobody’s a celebrity on the underground, but game recognize game and all respect all. It was an event for the ages for a man of all time.
Will Eastman opened huge with some punk rock. Jerome Baker played classic house, then Scottie B started to make things serious. Scottie plays these house sets every week at the party he curates at Bmore’s Metro Gallery with Cullen Stalin that are so great that you almost want to feel depressed that you got into the party for free. Scottie’s excellence is so understated, his style so impeccable that you lose sight of how magnificent he is at what he does because it doesn’t slam you over the head, but instead causes your feet to dance for themselves.
Speaking of, I thought Dave Nada had forgotten how to punch people in the face with bass and pistol whip them with rhythm during a set. The Nadastrom combination has in many ways smoothed out Dave’s edges and taught him how to harness his never-ending desire to cause criminal and passionate energy from playing club music. Last night, homie threw down the gloves and engaged a throng of people ready to wild out in a musical battle of Survival of the Fittest that he won. It felt like being transported back to Krunk for an hour. Dave’s club edit of the MC5’s “Kick Out the Jams” fell into classic Blaqstarr, which headbutted KW Griff and Porkchop which piledrove DJ Class and elbowed DJ Booman and Diamond K in the face. The hardcore fanatic came back out to play last night, and, yeah. When it comes to club music, Nada’s still got it.
On any other night, that set would be the star. But Jesse Tittsworth is one of the owners of the venue, and there was absolutely no way he would be upstaged. Tittsworth cut his teeth as a DJ on drum n bass and hip hop. Therefore, it goes without saying that in going back to his roots, those would be the hallmarks of his excellence for the night. Tittsworth looked like a kid at Christmas spinning the obscenely percussive music, as always engaging in an epic battle of fisticuffs with the bass register of the U Hall soundsystem. Last night was a time for mainstream club folks who have never been to U hall to get a taste of what the room has to offer, and I think that when the sound waves from the bass began to make people’s hair stand on end and skin begin to vibrate, and nothing was lost in the quality and levels of the sound, people were shocked, amazed, and kept on dancing. When the lights hit these people in a certain manner, it appeared to be a sea of psychedelic drones descending upon the DJ booth. It was proof that the sound has a possibility of truly making converts in the musical mainstream, and was utterly amazing.
Trevor Martin and Jerome Baker III stood up and became superhuman last night. Neither did anything particularly different than what they usually do, Martin holding down the mainstream spots and Baker one of the crown princes of “jiggy” posh locales around town and cruise ships as well (so serious, he just did a tour as a DJ on a cruise ship). Given the nature of the event and the hyperkinetic energy of the room, Martin and Baker proved that mainstream club style, when delivered by spinners who know what they are doing, can read a crowd, not let the energy dip, and take risks (Baker dropped Zombie Nation’s “Kernkraft 400” AND Darude’s “Sandstorm”), can make phenomenal feats of magic overwhelm a crowd.
It’s often been said in this gestation period for U Street Music Hall that the venue can’t be everything to everyone. Well, what if you’re honoring someone who already is. I guess for one night, it’s possible to make an exception to the rule.