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by djhart
It rained all day in Seattle, yet at dusk the clouds cleared the way for a star cast night. A temperate scene emerged in Eastlake to experience a musical project, the stiff drinks a digression from the belated inception of the night to be Logic. The Bronx DJ slyly appeared on the Graceland stage and put the beats down while MC Subconscious warmed up the mike. Following a freestyle prelude, the band eventually surfaced and swiftly busted into a bad "Black Buddah," a track on the new record which is attributed to a Spring 2000 sound-check in Seattle. Then a smooth segway set up the silky, melodic instrument that is the voice of local legend Reggie Watts, comfortably complementing the airy echo of Casey Benjamin’s flute.
Funk and jazz developed into drum and bass, and the rest of the set was a collage of grooves from house to hip-hop, Bootsy-esque bass lines and steady rhythms fused with free keys and a sporadic sax, synthetic voiceovers layered on oldschool scratching, and the whole orchestra being held down at the turntables by the heady dj, wearing his Sony neckband stage center. And then Scofield showed up, ripping some rock n’ roll caked in a "Cars, Trucks, Buses" to crown an otherwise royal recital. Every rump was shakin; even this tattooed wife-beater n’ Kid Rock-hat wearin fool in the front was gettin all funked up. A smooth "Michelle" melded into a 20-minute jam teasing across the board from the Meters to Miles. Sco had to lay low when his eyelids closed, so he snuck off the stage with much respect. Then came the patented "French Quarter" finale, and despite the no encore we were happy to be part of the Project. Thank you, come again.
Fortunately for the young and the restless, the party did not stop there. Musicaholics streamed to the afterhours nucleus of the Northwest: the legendary loft, a dimly lit, earth-tone tinted and red disco ball glinted non-tobacco smoke filled room where the freaks come out at night. Cowboys and nymphs, hippies and rappers, post-rockers and trance heads rallied til dawn, engaged and entertained by some of Seattle’s own, seasoned with special guests. Rockin' Teenage Combo set the mood, soon spiced up by the sick machinations of Reggie Watts, with his live voice dubs and synth effects. Subconscious caught a super high energy wave and raged its crest. The spontaneous and extemporaneous ensemble was highlighted by the spinning of Earth’s most elastic disc jockey. Reigning the revelry was the eminent funkyjoint, who fuels the fires of the scene’s late night desires... and the rest will be left to the lore of the loft...
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