It’s Winter Music Conference week in Miami, the week I cite as the main reason to live in the 305. WMC has transformed over the years to coincide a number of other conferences and events, but for posterity’s sake, I’ll just refer to it all as WMC.
Tuesday night I was spinning at Studio A, doing a favor for the hommie Vetoe. I took it back to my DJing roots on that one, and actually had fun.
However, this post is about Wednesday night.
I’m not a going out kind of guy. I like live performances, or dope DJ sets, but for the most part, what I want to hear is not played on a regular basis, especially not on South Beach. But oh, the week of Winter Music Conference. I go out every night.
After typical South Beach warfare of parking, Smoothy, Manuvers, and I kept it trilla and found fairly parce-brand parking. We did the outside thing (where
Manuvers, I mean someone fronts like they might be on the list) and then went in. First thing I see upon entry-
Fitzroy said he knew he’d find me out at the Bugz party. Apparently I’m a usual suspect for the boogie of broken beats.
(only the coolest of people check their cell phones the entire time they’re in a discotech)
Daz-I-Kue was on the decks, as well as IG Culture, and they were holding it down proper.
The music was hitting soooo hard, the beats, the bass, the soul, I even bought Smoothy una cerveza, though he didn’t put out at the end of the night.
The crowd was definitely in the vibe. It’s infectious, I don’t know how one can avoid but move. I love the bruk!
The three most soulful doods in Miami (honorable mention to Chilean Soul Brother #1)
My former baby’s mama was there (note cellie in hand). She informed she had moved back to Miami, to which I informed her I did not know she had left. She left in 2005. That’s a lot of back child support on her end.
It was soulful, grooving, just what I needed to get me back to the Treehouse and on them beats! Of course, instead I came home and got on that DSM!!
I end this post with this picture:
Remember this face, consider this real-life foreshadowing. Note the sneaky, I-didn’t-do-it expression….for the tale of the next night begins with this culprit…..