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Touch
*Live* : G-Spot, Thursday April 4th, 2002
 Vox
Pop : Were you there? Wha yuh haffi seh?
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here to review this event.
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Touch
v. & n. -v.
1 tr. come
into or be in physical contact with (another thing) at one or more
points.
3 a intr. (of two
things etc.) be in or come into contact with one another. |
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was the first live show at G-Spot (thanks to Farenheit). Unfortunately,
it was also the second to last night at the fleeting club. If
any of you missed it, the now defunct G-Spot was the promoters
of Pip 'n' Ting and Lifestyles' attempt at an actual, physical
club, as opposed to "club nights" at the Liguanea Club.
The interior design and atmosphere was that of an industrial or
underground club in the States - chain link fencing and lots of
machine-made smoke. The opening night was great, and all following
Thursdays were sometimes good. Next time you go, it will be for
lunch, although Farenheit informed me that he may be staging future
Touches there regardless. |
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this, the first Touch *Live*
promoted by Farenheit and Biishop and sponsored by Fun
Kings.com and X-Wray rum refresher, Wayne Marshall and Assassin
were the headliners. Vybz Kartel was also booked to headline,
but he was officially M.I.F. (missing in Farin).
The
idea behind Touch *Live* was
to present dancehall artists - chart topping artists - in a setting
other than that of a stage show. In a more intimate setting. A
small club atmosphere. It's one thing to watch your favourite
artist on stage at Jamworld or likewise. It's quite another to
be near eye-level and feet away from them while they're rinsing
out their biggest hits. Good thinking, I say.
At
11pm when I arrived, the party was outside. The promoters, members
of Vendetta and Syndicate sound systems, a couple road hawks and
some strays from the carnival shin-dig taking place next door
at Cinema 2 were jammin' outside G-Spot's doors. |
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The
coolness of being outside for more than an hour was getting
to my head so I headed indoors to start "working".
I almost choked when I spotted the less than 10 people inside
there. It was past midnight and trus' mi... I was worried
for my boys. I put my camera away and headed up to the makeshift
VIP area. Normally this area is a chill-out lounge located
on a 3 foot high platform behind the dancefloor "away"
from the loud music. I always thought this area should be
some sort of velvet rope section, and I guess Farenheit
thought the same, only it was taped off with yellow crime
scene tape, which was pretty cool, given the already concrete
cell feel.
I
held my little spot at one of the long tables blocking off
the area. By one o'clock, the artists moved in and took
over the space. Elephant Man, Danny English, Kurup, Singer
J, Eggnog and a whole slew of young deejays blocked my great
view of the club, not to mention the 3 dozen Alize cue bottles
that had suddenly appeared and the bling from Ele's neck
and wrist was blinding me so I mozied on down into the crowd
that had started to build. (*cough* Could I please have
some air with that weed smoke?)
Mad
vibes. This crowd was a dancing crowd, and the music, provided
in the early hours by Vendetta, was fantabulous. The dancefloor
was packed with peeps logging on, onlining and driving by.
G-Spot
was packed now. Not to capacity, but a nice sized audience
was gathering for some good, live dancehall music. Finally,
emcee Fancy Cat (of Cactus fame) appeared to start the show.
First
up was newcomer, Dwayne Famous, a singer from Goofy's...
I mean Mr. G's label, Young Blood Records. Mr. Famous sang
a capella which had the crowd weak. Literally - cuz they
wasn't feelin' nuthin! (*ouch*). Don't get me wrong... Dwayne
Famous has a beautiful voice, but a show of this kind should
have been kicked off with a jump. |
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| Not
to worry, though! I took care of that! He realized his song alone
wasn't carrying the crowd so he started calling girls to sing
to. Not a one would comply. Not a one but me, of course. I'm always
up for a challenge, especially when it involves a mic (hence-
Mic Chik). To cut a long story short, he was serenading me, and
when he was finished, I "serenaded" him. It worked,
it worked... the crowd liked it.
So,
next up was Mega Links - two young deejays and a singer. Full
a vibes! These guys are known only amongst a select circle, but
a couple of their songs are apparently more well-known than them,
judging by the crowd's reaction.
Whaddat's
Shot to Watch of June 2001 brought down the Spot with "To
Make Money" as his introductory tune. Assassin has come
a far way from last year, when he was only making little appearances
with big deejays. He controlled the crowd with his delivery and
was very good about the mic and the sound, which up to now I haven't
mentioned how shitty it sounded. Speaking of shit, it hit the
fan when Wayne Marshall came on the mic and heard for himself,
the quality (or lack thereof) of the sound. |
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| With
a bumbac**at here and a rassc**at there, here a cuss, there a
cuss, everywhere a cuss cuss. Joke. It wasn't that bad, but the
sound was really terrible. Farenheit told me days later that Alaska
(who went on wicked, by the way) tripped out the system with the
shouting on the mic. Not that the shouting was a bad thing, but
was hyping the crowd the way they were worth messing up the sound?
Well, it works both ways and besides, who knew anyway?
Regardless,
Wayne (as usual) and the show went on well. A lesson learned will
no doubt ensure an even better show next time... wherever it may
be held.
One!
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