Where can you go to hear White Lines, Teen Spirit and This is Why I'm Hot? If you’re fortunate enough to attend a Grandmaster Flash party than you know.

The 9:30 club turned into a Bronx block party on Friday when the guru of dj’s graced the stage. His Technics seemed to be made of gold as he spun wax and the audience into a frenzy.

“Sweat dripped down my back and I stopped caring about my hair an hour ago,” Said Jennifer Haizlip a native New Yorker, and an old school fan of Grandmaster Flash.

His turntable wizardry appealed to a multitude of diverse crowd members. The whole club turned into a dance floor as blonde hair white girls, baggy pants wearing Asian kids, and afro-centric black patrons hypnotically swayed, jumped and rocked to the plethora of beats the Grandmaster conducted.

Flashes announcement in the beginning of his set was strictly obeyed.

“Don’t just look at me. If your too cool to make noise and move than leave.”
The unmistakable thumping beat to White Lines expelled the audience from the trance like dancing that opening dj created, and thrust them into the body shaking and head nodding world of Hiphop.

“If it’s got a good beat I’m gonna play it,” Flash said as he teased the audience with his seductive scratching.

Recently inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, Grandmaster Flash proved why he deserved the spot by displaying his connection to rock, rap, blues, and jazz. There were no musical genres under the roof that night.

Even still, Flash did not forget his roots. He even offered a mini lecture that would trump any 16-week semester’s worth of material in the best hip hop culture class.

He paid homage to one of the four major body parts that make up hiphop, the break dancers.

Flash commanded the sweaty partygoers to form a circle where he summoned all b-boys and girls to show and prove.

With the spotlight on the center of the cipher, a few spinners and poppers were able to represent DC to the fullest. Unfortunately, to many self-proclaimed breakers could have been called crazy legs but not in a good way.

For over two hours Flash energized the room. By the end of the evening my meticulously sculpted fro had fallen and my 1977 throwback t-shirt was soaked through. With sore shoulders and aching legs, I made my way back to the car with a smile and craving a coke.