By Carolina del Busto
By David Rolland
By David Rolland
By Laurie Charles
By Rebecca Bulnes
By Lee Zimmerman
By Rebecca Bulnes
It's Memorial Day weekend. And as any back-yard playa who's ever organized a bad-ass barbecue block party will recognize, you can't honestly call it a holiday blowout unless you hold strong and fast to the following checklist: (1) The guest list should be designed to draw a crowd that's about 2 to 3 percent beyond max capacity. (2) The food's gotta have soul: e.g., ribs, chicken wings, fried fish, corn on the fucking cob, and some greens. (3) The drinks should be strong enough to knock you out, and there's gotta be some kind of nice, spiked, fruity punch for the ladies. And finally, (4) the entertainment must include a rapper, a diva, a dancehall DJ, a couple of reggae heads, and some slow, sexy shit.
Needless to say, the Best of the Best fest has got it all on lock. From the mob to the grub to the booze, you're covered. For real, this annual Memorial Day bash at Bicentennial Park never misses a beat, especially when it comes to the music.
SATURDAY, MAY 28
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Indeed, C. Breezy has struggled mightily with rage issues over the past couple of years. But as the superhot single off his newish slab, F.A.M.E., says: "Look at Me Now." He's back at the top of the game, chilling and spitting with straight street superstars like Lil Wayne and Busta Rhymes. Plus "Look at Me Now" isn't just a song that happens to be as infectious as ebola. Turns out it was a prediction for the future too. 'Cause when Brown sang, "Oh, I'm getting paper/Look at me now/Oh, look at me now/Yeah, fresher than a motherfucker," he wasn't kidding. This year he's been counting cash and racking up platinum. And just last week, Breezy scored a leading six nominations for this year's BET Awards. Lil homie even beat out Weezy. That's major.
As high and hot as Chris Brown might be riding right now, there's room for only one Boss in Dade County, and that's Ricky Rozay. Still cruising at 120 mph off the fumes of 2010's Teflon Don and its massive singles "B.M.F. (Blowin' Money Fast)" and "Aston Martin Music," Ross is already eyeing his next hustle and it's called God Forgives, I Don't. The first banger, "Made Men" featuring Drake, off this still-unreleased record came out in March. And already the Don has followed up with another bigger, badder blast: a collab with Lil Wayne named "9-Piece." It's hard, icy, and mean. Totally befitting the Boss.
As mentioned at the top, every party needs a diva, and Ms. Keri Hilson qualifies in almost every way. She writes her own songs. She's punch-you-in-the-face pretty. She knows how to smoke a cigarette. She can rock a leopard-print shirt, leather jacket, and a tangle of gold chains without looking skeezy. And she's got the pipes to pull off "I Will Always Love You" à la Whitney before the crack.
No, Travis Porter isn't just one guy. He's three. But if you listen to the radio, own an umbrella, or watch 106 & Park once a week, you don't even need an introduction 'cause you already know these rainmakers by name (Ali, Quez, and Strap) and you already have a mixtape of their bounciest party tracks ("Bananas," "Bring It Back," "Make It Rain," etc.) popped into your Explorer's pimped-out stereo and set on loop.
Yes, when we asked for "some slow, sexy shit," we were talking about Trey Songz. He's R. Kelly, if R. Kelly somehow shed 20 pounds, 17 years, and his reputation for peeing on people. That's a joke. But Songz's irresistible R&B jam "Love Faces" isn't. Despite the fact that it's a track about making weird facial expressions during sexual intercourse, you wanna sing along. And strangely, when Trey croons them, even lyrics like "Wouldn't it be nice if all night I was in you?" seem romantic.
SUNDAY, MAY 29
This 45-year-old Jamaican dancehall DJ is an old-schooler now. And he hasn't released a new album in more than a decade. But back in the day, Mr. Ranks was a chart killer and a sex god. Specifically, it was 1992 and everybody was screaming "Shabba!" because "Mr. Loverman" was blasting out of every boombox in the hood. He was an odd-looking dude who croaked like a toad with a mouthful of mud. But you believed him when he said, "To satisfy her soul, you know she want a man/But it's Shabba Ranks she buck upon/I gon' make she explode just like a bomb/Every hour, every minute, and every second/Dem call me Mr. Lover."
Stephen and Damian Marley
Do you know how fucking lucky we are? We live in Miami. And because the Marley clan has been based out of South Florida for decades, we get the chance to hang out with Stephen and Damian — plus Ziggy, Julian, and Ky-Mani — on an almost biannual basis. Of course, there's the Nine Mile Music Festival, AKA Marley Fest. And then there's Best of the Best. Again, do you know how fucking lucky we are?