Nowadays, even your mom knows about Questlove, thanks to Jimmy Fallon. Yet somehow, the drummer and producer manages to maintain cool status, even though he appears on television more regularly than Simon Cowell or Paula Abdul.
It's not often that you hear basically every danceable American musical genre mixed deliciously into a two-hour-plus DJ set. But we were granted this gift last night as Questlove craftily vacillated between hip-hop, soul, rock, swing, funk, disco, house, and back to soul again. It filled us with a dangerously intense desire to flail our arms and shake our asses.
Questlove kicked off with Justice's "D.A.N.C.E." and Jay-Z's "On to the Next One." The guy who delivers bottles to tables danced the Pee-Wee dance with us to The Champs' "Tequila" and Joeski Love's "Pee-Wee's Dance."
From "Hit the Road Jack" to "Girl I'll House You," the drummer spun, like, every song you remembered you loved and ones you forgot were your favorite.
But then Questo played "Sweet Home Alabama." And while it seemed like a white-girl crowd-pleaser, the Skynyrd song ended up being the night's only weak moment, clearing the dance floor for a few seconds.
Soon, though, we were back to getting stupid with Tom Tom Club's "Genius of Love," Chicago's "Street Player," and Janet Jackson's "Pleasure Principle."
Speaking of the crowd, there was barely a Miami face in the room. We saw outfits that no girl from south of the Dade-Broward line would dare wear. And there were legions of light-blue button-downs on dudes. We expected a few other familiar heathen faces. But there weren't any.
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This was our first time at Wall Lounge. It's not especially pretentious, nor poorly set up. But we got mauled by more than one dude drunk on bottle-service "power." One said, literally, "But I like you," before sticking his tongue out and massaging his nipples over his shirt. There were nice guys too. This is simply the hazard of going out on South Beach in anything but a muumuu.
Either way, Questlove delivered the best DJ set that we've heard all year. It was so good that even though we had to see that guy's tongue, we didn't want to leave.
Besides, it was kind of refreshing to dance with a whole new roomful of perverts.