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Stevie Wonderfull LA 5 was fun. The DJ wasn’t all that good. He didn’t DJ for maximum dance emotion. He did some good stuff. Didn’t hear Go Home. It wasn’t crowded. I just remembered last year the DJ played more diverse stuff. I was learning so much because he played songs Stevie wrote or produced for other artists…and I didn’t know some of the songs. I heard songs I had never heard. This year it was the usual songs. And he’d repeat the same parts of “AS” right before my especial favorite part where he growls the lyrics. His daughter Ieisha showed up and they played her song. That has to be a nice warm and fuzzy feeling…your dad loves you and he wrote a song about you.
This one buff black dude came with her. He was built! Shaped like SpongeBob. Anyway, he starts dancing and all seemed ok. Then it happened…HE TWIRLED! Damn, he was gay!
There was also this Asian guy who looked like he just stepped out of the 36th Chamber. Of course I named him WuTang. He was gettin’ his git down on. Andrea observed that he kept rewinding his dance moves. Accurate deduction. I found a dollar; had to dance my way to it. The most coolest thing of the night was the guy who actually caught my eye. That rarely happens. He was dancing on stage. I just liked his aura. His cut out tank top tee shirt said something about bullshit on the back. He had on a 70’s style page boy cap w/ his hair in a ponytail. Yes, a ponytail. You know I am averse to said things on a black man. The other thing is that he was light skinned. And per the redness of his ponytail and the shape of his nose I deducted that he had freckles. I love freckles! So from afar I thought he was cute, but with no confirmation of the actual features up close I relegated myself to just watching him dance. He has certain earthy grime to him.
And now back to the regularly scheduled program….
I need to go buy more of his music. Kinda said I can’t go see Fantasia next week.
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