Kendrick Lamar, Janelle Monae, Flying Lotus; A trinity in itself that easily makes Houstons First Annual ‘Day for Night’ Festival an unmissable event. Add to that, a slew of other talented performance artists, incredible light instillations to keep you busy for hours, the cities best food trucks, and weather from the gods – and you’ll have an idea of what this weekends indoor, outdoor experience was like.
Stoll with me through NONOTAK studio’s amazing array of LED strobes, sequenced to create 3D hyperspace tunnels of light and sound inside a darkened warehouse. Vibes so rich you could literally stand there for 20 mins, engulfed, and floated out feeling high & recharged. Stumble a few short steps from the exit, right into NICOLAS JAAR’s raging EDM party on the blue stage.
** I’d never been to the Silver Street Studios campus before this weekend, but it turned out to be the perfect place for a music and arts festival. There was plenty of space for all the stages, room for food trucks, a fine selection of porta-potties, and everything close proximity still managing to miraculously keep the sounds from bleeding into each other. It was like a mad house, you open a door and boom – raging party; boom – quiet instillation; boom – houston skyline.
The Red stage festival ground was carpeted. Outdoors. Thousands of carpeted tiles had been put down over plywood so onlookers wouldn’t get their shoes muddy. How awesomely cozy, & considerate.
No one stole the show quiet like a young finance guy who told the crowd he went by the name of “Corporate Dough”. During a segment in the show, Dot pulled the 22 year old on stage to preform his 2012 smash “M.A.A.D. City.” – Dude bounced from stage right to stage left, pumped on the crowds energy, spitting the classic tongue twister – word for word. It was hilarious as it was awesome & the crowd went crazy for him. — At the end of his run, out of breath and on the verge of tears he belted on the mic, “I love Houston with all my heart. I’m living my dream come true right now. I’ve been waiting for this my whole. If I die right now, everything would have been worth it.” – told Dot he loved him, and the 2 embraced before Dough took his place back in the crowd.
IG: @Corporate_Dough takes the stage:
Head over to the official site for full line up and more information about getting involved next year.
When: DECEMBER 19 – 20, 2015 | Saturday – Sunday | 11am – 11pm
Where: SILVER STREET STUDIOS | 2000 Edwards Street | Houston TX 77007
(Photos by Greg Noire)
Tuesday was a night of amazing energy, & incredible vibes. Kehlani and her young team brought the Houston girls out in droves. An hour before she was to take the stage, the sold out venue was buzzing with excitement. The crowd chanted and sung acapella lyrics loud enough to be heard in the green room.
It’s the kind of thing you feel in the pit of your stomach. An undeniable energy that swirls around the room and fills everybody up with joy. Just being present makes you feel a part of something bigger.., something bubbling up about to poor over.
The girl is a star, simply put. A rare talent, mature beyond her years & humble beyond necessity. The show was a hit & everybody went home a little light than they came in. It’s was an inspiring experience, to say the least.
(Guest Appearances by K. Camp & T Wayne)
Whom ever said it was a good idea to attend an outdoor event, 5pm on a Houston Summer day must’ve been crazy. Yet, here we all were; a collective of proud southern folk; some born and raised walking distance from the now Iconic ‘Screwed Up Records & Tapes’ shop, others passing through to get a dose of the distinct culture.
There’s not enough to be said about the feeling one gets, crossing back in to a territory you knew well as a kid, and have since evolved from. Coming home to Houston always provides a real sense of calm and peace. The air is sweet, the lanes are wide and welcoming, the food offers comfort and strangers greet you with a friendly twang everywhere you go. For me, there’s something special about riding through the southside. Making my way down S. Post Oak and turning that left on W. Orem. The grin creeps across my face, the swell I feel in my heart as it fills with nostalgia. My youth. So many summertime memories, so many wild stories. So much of who I am was established on days exactly like this one, 10+ years ago. The spirit of my hoodrat adolescence lingers here. These were my stomping grounds.
As I crawl down Fuqua, I could feel the streets slowing with traffic. Blocks and blocks of cars all en route to same place. By the time you passed Hiram Clarke Rd. the cars had already started to pull on the the medians to park. Tailgaters blasted classic DJ Screw records from their trunks, kids on bikes mobbed the sidewalks in packs, and a couple a folks on horses trotted around socializing.
The 101 degree heat couldn’t keep us from pulling up to see the show. I couldn’t be more proud of where I’m from, that was something you could feel clearly in the air that day.