| Spaceghostpurrp at Highline Ballroom |
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| Written by Doran Miller-Rosenberg |
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Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE So when the Highline bouncers started coming around and getting concert-goers to put out their kush and diesel, people started getting very dismayed. After all, Gramz was smoking a blunt on stage. And this was the Highline! Gramz had been unable to enthrall the crowd, but he noticed that something else was amiss. "They taking ya bud?" he asked. "Yes!" said at least 5 people. Gramz immediately passed his blunt into the crowd. Everyone loved him after that. Soon Freeway and a plethora of ASAP Mob members were in the building, and the tension was ratcheting up.
Photos By Max Blecker Purrp came out like it was 1991, which is his thing. He had an entourage of RVIDXRKLVN (RAIDERKLAN) members with him, and the crowd began to howl. At this point, especially at NYC rap shows, the crowd has a tendency to try to act cooler than thou. People stand still and nod their heads, not moving, shouting, bopping and throwing hands to show love. When Purrp came out and dropped two songs from his upcoming project GXD XF BLVCK (God Of Black) "Don't Give a Damn (Miami Bass)" and "Mystical Maze," people were in shock. Their bodies began to respond, bouncing, pushing, screaming and incepting others with the sounds of satanic majesty that have defined Purrp's early career. Some of the songs, like GXT YVH HXVD BVZT (GET YAH HEAD BUST) sound like they were created within the damp, echoing confines of a torture chamber. Purrp's RVIDXRKLVN ran across the stage, establishing eye contact and warning everyone not to get their head bust with sinister, sincere expressions. |



Highline is a strange venue in that it allows, even encourages rampant blazing of the finest herbs throughout its space. The night's host, performers and patrons blow blunts as casually as children blow bubbles with their gum. The last time I was there Action Bronson threw an ounce of weed worth of gram bags out to the crowd. You've never seen stoners run so quickly and aggressively, and almost trample their fellow tokers for a dub sack.


