Let us be blunt — the Questlove show at Mai was pure, unadulterated hotness. Seriously, Nashville's hip-hop scene is reaching critical mass, and it's about to blow up: The artists are here, the audience has appeared out of nowhere, and really that just means we're all poised for world domination. Five hundred people on a Monday night! For a hip-hop show! What the hell has happened to this town? Can't say we're not completely stoked, though, ’cause we are — it's not always easy being a hip-hop fan around here, but if things keep up the way they are that's all going to change.
We showed up with a serious case of the Mondays (and a minor case of food poisoning), a little unsure on whether we would make it through the whole night or even make it in the door. We were definitely not in the mood for a party, but we walked in and Jane Dupree was up on the decks dropping some dope house music, which did wonders for our psyche. Dee Goodz took the stage next and dropped an ill set on a rather confused crowd — it took 'em a minute to warm up, but by the time he dropped “Bananas,” cats were all the way on board. If you haven't caught Dee live yet, do yourself a favor catch this kid while he's still on the come-up.
Wick-It dropped all sorts of nastiness — hip-hop, mashups, a sprinkling of the ol' womp-womp — and the crowd just ate it up. The thing about that crowd was that it was just so frickin' diverse — all the tribes were representing last night — and to be able to connect with such a polyglot of people is really just proof that Wick-It is in top form. Chance Warhol, with full band in tow, got ill up in that motherfucker — we've been a fan of his music for a hot minute, but seeing him come into his own as a live performer is extra super-duper dope. Actually, the fact that Nashville hip-hop is actually coming into its own as a live-onstage phenomenon is extra super-duper dope.
And Questlove? What can we say that hasn't been said before? The man is a master and a genius, one of the best folks we've ever seen step behind the wheels of steel — a position cemented by the fact he dropped a whole bunch of our favorite classic reggae tracks and a whole bunch of our favorite sample-source songs before basically running willy nilly through the entire history of hip-hop. Let's just say that we cold got stupid, and may have given The Black Keys' Dan Auerbach an unsolicited review of his back catalog. And we may have said some crazy things to Danger Mouse when we were up in the VIP. These things happen when we get excited — which means you can expect more ridiculous behavior if our beloved hip-hop scene keeps it up with all the awesome shows.