Erykah Badu. You may not have heard of her, but if you have, you”ll understand why Kelly and I didn’t question attending her afterparty on Saturday nite at a downtown ATL club. (For those who DON”T know, she is a very jazzy hip-hop artist, blending scat and jazz into the hip-hop genre.)
The invitation said 9pm, and being the white suburbanites we are, we arrived at the club at 9:05pm. It was still closed. A few well-dressed folks were milling around, so we hung out and waited, chatting up the other early birds. (I was NOT one of the well-dressed ones…I had on jeans and a black Miles Davis t-shirt…mor on that later.) At 9:55 the GIANT security guys opened the doors, and began checking ID. My sparkling smile let me thru w/o a check (it must have been that!) and Kelly and I went upstairs to the club. We were early enough to get stools at the bar, so we settled in. A DJ set up and began playing a really hot mix of old-school, hip-hop, trip-hop and euro rap. Very nice. We sipped our drinks and absorbed the surroundings. I had been to the club before to see other shows, but punk bands bring out a very different crowd than Erykah obviously does.
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