Even without having anything to drink, I barely remember what whizzed by last night. I think it was an awards show. Were awards given out? Nobody died, I hope? One of the Happy Bullets took a 4-foot dive from the podium after rushing the stage, I recall, but he seemed to be OK...
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Really, my first-ever "hosting" gig at the Dallas Observer Music Awards came and went without too much incident. It helps that I wasn't the full-time host this year, since KLLI-FM (105.3) midday hosts Pugs and Kelly assisted as part of the radio station's sponsorship deal; in addition, former Dallas Cowboys special teams coach Joe Avezzano handed out a few trophies, and his long stories were among the highlights of a very highlight-filled evening. The bands were fantastic: Pegasus Now made a mighty fine impression during the VIP party. The guys in Brutal Juice guested during an extremely loud set by Record Hop. Though the Theater Fire was cut off one song early by the sound guys, their abbreviated set was tops. And the Drams tore through the best of their forthcoming album, Jubilee Dive, in an awesome headlining set that people actually stuck around to see.
But the best, by far, was the Dallas Hip-Hop All-Stars set. I'll admit, Money Waters was a little sloppy up there, but the other performers--Steve Austin, Headkrack, Pikahsso and Tahiti--were on point thanks to their masterful stage presence, and with the help of fellow Dallas heads Knes and Chucky Sly, they tore through an awesome set-ending mic-trading session durinv which everybody got eight bars to attack the crowd with blistering freestyles.
Other highlights: the We Shot Jr. posse keeping up their anonymity by dressing in hoods and bandanas; Denton mainstays Frank Hejl and Paul Slavens jumping the stage to accept Josh Venable's award for best radio show; the random toothless dude who helped me kill time between acts; the fishnets and roller skates I wore while impersonating Michelle Metzinger in our opening skit; the drunken woman who threatened to beat me up for "ruining my baby's concert"; Kristy Kruger's hair. Wow. I didn't know a white girl could put Don King to shame.
I only learned one lesson from my first hosting gig: break dancers. Keep 'em handy at all times. -Sam Machkovech