For real, that's what they called it.
Our weekend getaway to Palm Springs with DJ Joe Bank$ and his girl Liz just happened to coincide with a Stones Throw show at the Ace Hotel. Our friend DJ Day opened, so although we love staying at "our" house with the pool, we broke away for one night to go. Day offered to try to get us on the guest list, to which we responded, "It's cool," until we get to the entrance and find out the cover is $30. We needed an ATM, so walk back to the lobby. The Ace Hotel is WAY bigger than I expected (180 rooms). ATM is out of order. Long story short, we walk for almost an hour searching for an automatic teller machine, a machine, apparently for Palm Springs, "from the future." The four of us had been drinking all day (some more than others, guess which ones) and it was 100 degrees outside at night. Finally we find one, get back and into the venue.
I say hi to Peanut Butter and explain what we're doing in Palm Springs. I hesitate to introduce him to Serg, wondering if he's aware of his Twitter war with Dam-Funk. (More on that later.) We thought he may show up and there might be a throw-down, but to my relief Dam-Funk is not there. However, Peanut Butter Wolf, James Pants and Gary Wilson are all there, and it's an amazing show. PB plays a fun yet deep VJ set which includes Rick James, Billy Ocean, Inner City, Madvillain, the Jackson 5, Nas and a lot more.
Peanut Butter Wolf mixes Gang Starr and Michael Jackson.
I was very excited to see Gary Wilson and he did not disappoint. We saw him again in San Francisco a week later. The music is great on its own, but Gary adds his performance art panache to make it next level. His duct tape headdress had the tape roll hanging off it. Amazing. Serg tweeted: "This dude has the George Clinton at home kit."
Gary Wilson & the Blind Dates with James Pants on drums.