By Jordan Melnick | May 14th, 2011 | 4 Comments
I could give you my impressions of Del The Funky Homosapien from outside Churchill’s Friday night. Unlike the scores of people who got turned away from the sold-out show, I had a wristband. What I didn’t have was an oxygen kit to allow me to breathe in the swampy microclimate inside the venue, vacuum-packed with kids who still have the PSATs to worry about. No matter. I could hear Del, in town on his Golden Era tour, killing it from outside Churchill’s open side door. And Robby was inside losing a pound a minute for the love of the pixels. Here’s what he got.
Churchill’s starting turning people away around midnight, right after the fire department showed up to revive a fainter.
Inside the 18+ crowd was limbering up for D! E! L!
Del’s fellow west-sider, Bukue One warming up the crowd
DJ Zac Hendrix on the ones and twos
There are at least two ways to measure this crowd, in number and in collective body temperature. Warm.
Someone let her into her cage.
Del sizing up the crowd after 20 years in the rap game, from 1991 to the year 3030 to today
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