[Dynagroove] All Sweaty And Feeling Fine

[Edward Armendarez]

I didn't get my dynagroove newsletter Saturday, so I'm not sure I did 
the right thing, (missed Tropical whatever), but thank God I don't go 
to the gym anymore or else I'd be dead.  Aaron is so right about Dirty 
Dirty House at Parlour on Thursdays.  It was a mystery why someone 
didn't give Tony Powell a home long ago; he is a master.  I remember 
the early days of the Men's Room, when you could dance to his music, 
but before long you couldn't move in that damn place.  I would park my 
car and find the place because it looked like it was on fire, with all 
the steam pouring out the open windows at night.  So Dirty Dirty House 
is like the neighborhood get down party every Thursday.  (Check the 
lady bartender for the killer cocktails.)  I had a feeling the Maestro 
after party could be a little "general public" but went there 
after-hours, and thank the little lord Jesus, Marques Wyatt was still 
playing like the God he is, and it was beautiful.  Then Friday night I 
escaped a kinda fun party at the Hollywood Renaissance Hotel that had 
clock radio cd players with Madonna for music.  The rooms were cool 
enough with adjoining suites on the concierge floor (at the top), but I 
could see Free Thinking going on only blocks away and ran out...getting 
there just in time to dance to Stevie in the patio by candle-light with 
the lovely Sara (wearing her tiara just above the bosom, all sparkly 
like), and hanging with Juan Hoerni (who's going to kick ass with David 
Harness next Friday there).  Saturday I was hoping to see Little Chris 
at Wax, but he was in England, so of course, Juan Nunez spun me into 
the next dimension, that soulful one where all is one, one nation under 
the groove.  Every single time I've heard Juan, for I don't know how 
long, he doesn't make a mistake.  It's as good as it gets.  (He's 
coming to King King soon, 4/19?)  (And Heading Home after that.)  
Anyway, the lights were on for a while (Onionz - yes) before I got 
chased out.  Then, tonight.  Holy Shit.  Little Louie Vega, Elements of 
Life and Marques Wyatt at House of Blues.  Dynagroove people, I've 
danced with you, for those of you that didn't make it, don't miss it 
again.  That was our party.  And it was definitely too short.  But in 
two hours and some minutes my jeans were wet to the ankles.  (I'm not 
proud, just purified.)  It was what I imagine Mardi Gras in Rio would 
be like.  And Louie's married to Blaze?!  Wow, he deserves it!   It was 
a gorgeous night, the live groove to the music you love.  When the room 
seems to contain most of the major talent dj's in town (I tried not to 
sweat on Tony, Marques, Lillyanne and Leonard (do they get sweeter than 
that?), Juan, Scott K - I forgot how handsome that guy is...), you know 
you're at the right place at the right time.  And an aside to Becky: 
you inspired me at the $5 Dolla Funk and same thing tonight - so fine.  
And while I'm finally writing something, $5 Funksters, that was some 
good times - Thanks.