Paramedic Fetus from the East: Kool
Keith deserves all of this intro crap since I was waiting for him but the DJ
who annoyed me is going to get it all instead… I, like an old unhip girl,
believed the hype that the Mohawk was obeying noise ordinances and running
shows early. So I showed up at 9pm on the dot and waited for, count them, 2 ½
hours – I was counting them. The crowd stopped being interesting after about 17
minutes. The crowd was diverse – there were actually black people at a Red
River show – there’s hope for Austin yet – otherwise there were hipsters,
kickers, frat boys and a ton of stoners. As I sat there, I thought, I love the
Austin music scene… and it has a smell. Then I met a girl who looked like a
roller derby girl but wasn’t, but she was friends with one. She’d been beat up
by her best girl friend of 25 years and had a broken foot. I knew she wasn’t
Texan because she was at this show (San Diego) and she guessed my height
exactly (9’ ½”). As I waited longer, I figured out the smell: fresh humid air,
cigarette smoke (mild b/c smoking’s generally banned), the sweet sweet smell of
pot (if you’re at a hip-hop show), stale alcohol (I’m only saying that because
I feel like I should – the music scene smell is in reality too good to include
this), and MALE PHERMONE. So, anyway, we all sat or stood politely while good club/hip-hop
music played. And then finally, there was somebody on stage. Apparently a “DJ,”
he played music of the same sort that had been playing over the speakers while
we waited but with more frequent segueways. I have a minor fascination with DJs
but I either want to be backstage to see the technical action or be totally
impressed by the mixing, scratching, etc. Although his music was very good, it
wasn’t his, and he didn’t have the fancy tricks to redeem him. I can’t even
remember what he looked like.
Kutmasta Kurt: I liked
this guy a lot but I’m not positive that’s his name – I thought he was calling
himself Rick Undercut… he came out in a stupid fake long clumpy beard but he
worked the crowd (unlike last guy), he moved quickly through his songs (which always
pleases my quick-process style) and played a diverse mix of soul, hardcore rap,
and sleazy 70s funk, he did a little bit of scratching but mostly was attentive
and interactive, he had an unfortunately drab voice but it didn’t hurt him too
much (Photo courtesy of https://www.pinterest.com/pin/277323289539507300/)
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