This weekend reminded that I’m a lounge-type of dude nowadays. It’s not a married dude thang it’s more of a state-of-mind thang. Saturday night the wife and a few friends went to Hawaiian Tropic Zone in Times Square. We waited outside for a couple…far too long for my taste and once we were in we went straight to the bar. The crowd was mixed but in a bad way—there wasn’t a definitive flavor. You had posers, players, drug dealers and hoochies all around but with no possible flow.
My frown was turned upside down once I saw who was DJing. Ralph McDaniels! The Video Music Box OG—Ralph “I directed some dope ass Wu Tang videos” McDaniels. He was spinning some current joints (ie: Weezy) which had the crowd amp. The set was going live but it turned sour quick. First he freezes after a song. No music! I’m assuming it doesn’t happen often since he is an NYC legend so I gave him a pass. But the next offense was just corny. After a Wayne set he puts on Elvis Crespo’s “Suavemente.” He might as well just put Gerardo’s “Rico Suave.” The crowd looks baffled and so do I. The only ones dancing were the WPs with their Asian gfs. On this night Uncle Ralph truly came off like your uncle—old and corny.
Uno,
Jesus
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