When: Last night
Where: The Atlantic
Who: D.P.
What: Played a show
Why:
Why? Yes, that is the crux of the matter: why do musicians play? Why do painters paint and actresses stamp and scream around stages world over? I write, not because I think I should, but because I know I must. Without writing out these words and feelings, inane and self-indulgent as they may be, I would go insane with the pressure of the mass on my mind.
I'm not sure why D.P.'s brand of hip-hop (he calls it indie-hip-hop fusion) appeals to me so much more than the typical Detroit street forms, but it does. Maybe it's the 90's beats and songs he fuses his lyrics with, maybe it's his personality, or maybe it's that his lyrics deal with more than just sex and drugs.
It was a good show, I enjoyed it, the beer, and the company and contrived to have a good time despite the traffic and all its evil machinations.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
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