Last night the legendary hip hop trio descended on Pittsburgh for a show at Margarita Mama's. Many thanks to my boy DJ Zimmie not only for the tickets but for the best part of the night. Zimmie did the opening 9-11 spot and I know he was holding back so he wouldn't overshadow DJ Prince Paul, but even Zimmie lite was better then the extended hour and 40+ minutes of "taking it back" and "going in the gutta" randomness that Prince Paul dispensed. The KOOL dancers that were backing Zimmie up were priceless. For a moment, it was In Living Color and he was SW1 and they were his Fly Girls.
Maybe it was the music Prince Paul played (there were some good selections), maybe it was the guy standing next to me telling me every five minutes "Prince Paul is a fake man, hes making that music on his laptop, he ain't really DJing (unless there is button on Serrato called "Overscratch Every Song" I have to disagree), but it could be the guy in the corner of the stage with his eyes closed looking like he sucked a lemon then decided to imitate a bad 80s metal video. What was he thinking? Maybe if I close my eyes hard enough and make this face I can at least not look like a total douche bag in my own mind? Stop trying so hard buddy, being over zealous because you know the words to "Jump Around" and "Slam" does not make you more down with the hip hop crowd.
De La was supposed to go on at midnight, they went on closer to 1 am. At this point, we had to stay because it would have been defeat to leave before but about 30 minutes into their set the combination of smoke and bad outfits from the patrons (I think I saw Pat Benetar there) got to us and we had to bolt.
The show was good, the sound was crap (at one point the speakers on the left side of the stage blew)and my ears are still ringing but I was glad to see a good turnout for a barely publicized event. I wish I could have held out for DJ Zimmie's closing set.
DJ Zimmie. Verse-Chorus-Mix. Verse-Chorus-Mix.
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