I'm Rick James, bitch.

The night was magnificient.


Before Premier went up to take over the deck, Stufunk and I was checking out the 'honeys' all around. This is usually what happen when you stay in the cave for too long.


Poison came in a tray. Little shot glasses arranged filling up the tray. People dancing merrily. All of them are like little fairies high on rare forest weed. I was high, but not exactly from the alcohol. When Premier begin his first vinyl, I could feel it kicking in.


The people who expected Crunk and Raggaton was left dumbstruck. They lost their step. They are literally zombified. They end up sitting down and most probably on the way of leaving the room in a minute or two. They felt like they are in the wrong dance class. If only they know it ain't about the dance.


"Hip hop is real. Funk is real. R n' B is real. Rock is real. Most importantly, when it's played by me, you fucking know it's real"


Premier greeted the crowd, and hell was let loose.


The night slide through beginning with a ride through history. Rick James's music was filling up the air. Everybody was feeling the love. After all, he's Rick James, bitch. As it glide through the years, slowly more familiar music bringing the house down.


Towards the middle of the set, I realised my dream was coming true. Finally, a club playing my kind of music. No big beats. No annoying new age ragga. It was a night of killer beats. A night of lyrical assault. Most importantly, you don't get the music you get poisoned by Hitz.fm and Mtv like every fucking day. You don't walk in a club where you feel they were playing the same music for 10 years.


We have Nas pumping the speakers. Biggie Small. Gangstarr. Jeru the Damaja. Tupac (I get around). Wu Tang Clan (I get to do the 'W' sign up in the air. You don't get to do this because no clubs in KL spin Wu Tang Clan.), Run DMC, classic Dre and Snoop. Dilated People. Boogie Down Production. Redman. Jay-Z (nothing with Beyonce on it.) The list goes on, as I feverishly move the night away.


Another thing about last night was I get to see people that I have not seen for years. Somehow my instinct tells me among the few people who were putting up the 'W' sign in front of me, Dr. Ony would be there. Some people back in the days that were missing in action was reunited last night because of Premier. You damn know everyone came for him.


It is worth it. Every fucking cent. It was even worth the only 2 hours sleep that I got. I bet it was worth it for Stufunk too who end up sleeping the last hour in the car.


Like what Mrs. Stufunk told me, "Fariz mabuk gila sial."