Sol Fusion Anniversary with Res
A review of how to be coolby j. brotherlove
Loverboy and I had a great time at Soul Fusion’s Anniversary celebration. We missed Anthony David but stayed for Res (who sounded great despite her band who were sorta, um… lame). It was a decidedly see-and-be-seen scene in the beginning of the evening. Lots of peacocking which is to be expected. We didn’t arrive until 10:45 because Loverboy had to watch The Apprentice. After a couple of Grey Goose and Red Bull cocktails, I was ready for Ms. Res. But that wasn’t happening any time soon. Nothing left but to people watch and take notes of the gorgeous people and what not to wear. Deeper in the night, we enjoyed DJ Kemit and his brand of flashback turntablism until our feet hurt and our mood started to change.
Res finally emerged about 12:50 in the morning. She really is a hot girl; somehow I forget that. Her set was very “this is from my new album” which I sorta wasn’t in the mood for. More rock-focused from what I could tell from the muddled sounds from the band (or maybe it was eleven50’s sound system). She also performed a reggae-fied cover of “One” by Three Dog Night that I wasn’t feeling at all (Aimee Mann’s version from the Magnolia soundtrack rules, by the way). Of course, Res sprinkled in some cuts from her first CD which was much appreciated. Despite my ill feelings, I will be snapping up her disc the minute it’s released.
Now can we talk about how to be cool for a minute?
- The “I just washed my hair and can’t do a thing with it” look. So very cool.
- A bevy of brown bodies boogying to the beat. So very cool.
- Getting hit on by the ladies. So very cool.
- Watching folk calculate Loverboy and I are a couple based on how close we stand to each other. So very cool.
- Nu Shooz, Lisa Lisa and Loose Ends (come back to the five-and-dime, Jayne Eugene). So very cool.
- eleven50’s Eden patio on a early Fall night in Atlanta. So very cool.
But every positive comes with a negative:
- Hand stamps. So not cool.
- Smoking weed at an indoor concert. So not cool.
- Being so fly you end up wallhugging all night. So not cool.
- Bathroom attendants. Who wants to pay to pee? So not cool.
- Fucking up the love vibe by instigating a fight. So not cool.
- Leather in September in Atlanta. So not cool. Literally.
There’s more, of course. And had I gotten greater than four hours of sleep, I’d share it all with you. But, alas…
D’Nice, Donna J, and I were back behind the tables there and thought about going to the front. It wasn’t happening. Tried to go to the front to say hi. You were either evil or just didn’t see me.
I left that place. Res gets a timeout for being excessively fashionably late.
Um… actually I waved at you, sir. Time for new contacts? And if there was a look of evilness on my face it was probably because Res’ rendition of “One” was too damn long.