Questlove with M1
Perhaps he'd even jump behind a drum kit, drop a beat, and let Dead Prez spit socially conscious rhymes. That would've been dope, but besides the purp stench lingering in the air, nothing about Questlove's mix and M1's MCing got us high.
The Roots' drummer kept shit predictable with a mainstream blend of '90s hip-hop and mid-2000s pop-hop, occasionally sprinkling some early Yo! MTV Raps classics and radio rock remixes. If not for Quest's recognizable face and dirty versions of the songs, last night's set was no different than a Power96 five o'clock traffic jam -- In the MIX!
However, the crowd of white-boy 'fros, blipsters, and barefoot hippie girls were legitimately vibin' heavy with Quest's indiscriminate repertoire of MP3s. Perhaps they felt a connection to the music because it reminded them of their own iPod on shuffle, or their sister's bar mitzvah. We bet at least four exceptionally wealthy young posers in attendance Sunday night convinced their parents to hire Questlove for their sibling's 13th birthday, including the one obnoxious cat that repeatedly stepped on my Chucks, apologizing each time with a fist pump.
Still, though, at the end of day, a celebrity DJ dance party is better than watching an episode of Late Night with Jimmy Fallon.
