Audio By Carbonatix
Play-N-Skillz, Big Tuck, Slim Thug, Pitbull, Paul Wall, Too $hort, more
Plush
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Better than: Parking a filthy, body-damaged Scion Xb in a metered spot and walking two blocks to avoid using the valet service, all the while contemplating how out of place you are anywhere near a red carpet.
Download: This slideshow with pictures by Travis Ferguson and myself.
As we noted yesterday, Play-N-Skillz celebrated their Grammy nomination last night into this morning with a star-studded night at Plush (which is hosting a casting party for Paris Hilton’s BFF show tonight, if that gives you any idea what kind of club we’re talking about). The Salinas brothers have worked with some of the biggest names in hip-hop, many of whom turned out to show their support, along with other stars.
Rappers, models, hangers-on and industry types peacocked on the red
carpet until about midnight, when the men of the hour rolled up in the
most awe-inspiring limo I’ve ever seen. Forget about stretch Caddies,
Lincolns and Hummers–Play-N-Skillz stepped out of a stretched version
of an armored truck.
After their entrance, Gym Class Heroes
frontman Travis McCoy took his spot in the DJ booth until just before
last call, at which point he picked up the mic. That moment kicked off
a whirlwind of one- or two-song sets of greatest hit(s) by Big Tuck, Slim Thug, Pitbull, Paul Wall
and, of course, the humble hosts, to the crowd’s raucous approval. A
few highlights: Slim Thug and Paul Wall trading verses on “Still
Tippin’,” Paul Wall’s “Break ‘Em Off,” and Pitbull’s raunchy-fun
“Bojangles.” But while the current stars pumped up the crowd, the
audience saved its most enthusiastic response for Too $hort‘s “What’s My Favorite Word?” Then, after Bun B did a Sean Kingston-free “That’s Gangsta,” Juan “Play” Salinas took the mic to close the night.
“We’re
gonna bring that Grammy back to Dallas,” he promised as the thundering
bass of Lil Wayne’s Play-N-Skillz-produced “Got Money” shook the club.
“We next, Dallas.”
Random note: Why is it only dance
clubs that employ scantily clad, bodypainted dancers? They’d sure make
indie-rock shows at, say, The Cavern a lot more fun.
