Flyer courtesy of New East Music.
Thursday November 15 brought PDP to the Bulfinch Yacht Club in Boston, MA as a guest of
J.D.O. (
www.myspace.com/neweast) and alongside our longtime partners-in-crime
Labeless Illtelligence (
www.labeless.net).
A healthy group of attendees, drinkers and screamers all, made for a fun night of hip hop in the Bean, despite one of said attendees assaulting
Storm Davis for his customary headgear endorsement of the Oakland A's and forcing him to rock a tiny camoflauge Red Sox hat for the first 2 songs. And then there was
Dox, unable to reign in his on-stage enthusiasm, smashing Heinekens out of the hands of fans (who were, of course, compensated post-show).
Reason was well-behaved, and
Sterby did not shank that homeless man, no matter whatchooheard. Props to the section of the crowd who gave their passionate endorsement to PDP's suggestion that Fugees' henchman
John Forte be freed from incarceration.
The
B.O.S. Skwad took the bullet and opened the show, followed by an impressive set by
Shivaa, who we are hoping to hear more from in the future. J.D.O. peppered the night with a joint here and a joint there, then followed the epic freestyle sandwich (frees in the middle, joints all around) prepared by
Cas Uno, Esh the Monolith, and
DJ Al Bums with his headling set.
The night's highlight came from J.D.O.'s producer
Matteo Getz, who, clad in a shiny suit and fitted cap, paired with dark-dyed cuffed jeans and dress shoes, drunkenly (we hope) stalked the PDP and Labeless crew members (as well as many a patron) hollering, "I'M THE STAR HERE! I'M THE REAL STAR! TELL 'EM, J.D.O.!" and played the role of close-talker with lines such as, "Matteo Getz! Matteo Getz! Don't you EVER forget the name!" We'll be following Senor Getz' career with great interest, beleedat.
Much love to all those who gave love after the set, and appreciation to those who took copies of
Nothing Stays Gold home to beef up the iPod (pause?). Look forward to the next one, and if you were there and you're reading this, leave some science below.
Calm down, ladies. This isn't a repeat of that legendary ill-fated contest we ran way back where the "winner" received a "date" with PDP octoproducer the diggy Doxter. We learned our lesson on that one. Speaking of which, a belated happy 14th birthday to Lil' Dox, who we assume won't be reading of said contest for the first time on this site. Actually, we should probably check on that.
