I'm a bit on the sad side. Regular readers will testify to my fondness for the Twizted Bizcuit parties at Ra. As I reported last week, their fourth annual Golddigger's Ball last Friday was their last.
Twizted Bizcuit Productions, headed up by DJ Noey, Jade Morgan and Chyla Espiritu, has spent the past few years bringing the Valley the most outstanding and creative parties imaginable. In the past year, we've seen the likes of the sci-fi-flavored Orbit and the Japanese-infused Geisha. The Bizcuits also have greatly contributed to the musical aesthetic of the scene with their strictly breakbeat lineups that featured Noey and my favorite, DJ Icey. I've noticed that many clubs play more breaks nowadays, and I'm pretty sure the Twizted influence has something to do with it.
But why the sudden end to the fun? I asked the ladies of Twizted Bizcuit that very question Friday at Ra. Each of them dropped the same answer: It's time to move on and pursue other interests. I can't blame them. We all know that the party can't last forever.
Let's take a second to give a big thanks to the Bizcuits for the endless amounts of fun they've provided. And here's to hoping that there's a slim chance they get back together for more fun in the not-too-distant future. Girls, you rock the Casbah!
Getting in the Magic Mix
I'm not wild about what passes for hip-hop these days. With the exception of Outkast and Bubba Sparkks, I find most modern hip-hop to be, essentially, a lot of mindless drivel. In fact, I don't think you can even call the Nellys and 50 Cents out there hip-hop. Most of it is essentially bubblegum pop with a thug image. But don't dare trash my Adidas!
I hit puberty in the days when Run DMC ruled supreme and Mike D, Ad Rock, and MCA where still happy-go-lucky Beastie Boys, not socially conscious Beastie Men. It was a time when the only gangsta rap belonged to Sugarhill Gang. It was time. This is what Sunday's Magic Mix at Tabú was all about.
Magic Mix was the groundbreaking local radio show founded 21 years ago that introduced hip-hop to all us desert-dwellers. Sunday at Tabú, original jocks DJ Frankie and ROB were on hand, spinning some truly memorable old-school beats. I also caught a little bit of a surprise set from Scooter of Scooter and Lavelle fame. Also on hand was the City Break Force, breakdancing their hearts out for the jovial, rocking crowd. It was a dynamite evening. The vibe was 180 degrees from a normal Tabú evening. And while I love Tabú the way it is, it was a surefire treat to witness the ultra-lounge in such laid-back fashion. I had a brilliant time at Magic Mix and cannot wait for next year.
Finally, I've some sad news to report. Justin Fralik, a host for Tabú, was tragically killed a week ago Wednesday in an automobile accident. My condolences go out to Justin's family and friends.
Antonio Llapur is a raving lunatic. E-mail him your club news at [email protected]