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| Photo by Erik Hess |
Big Freedia
Turf Club, St. Paul
Saturday, February 2, 2013By the time New Orleans' Queen Diva Big Freedia took the stage, the
crowd seemed worlds away from a cool down. With all that sustained
pleasure, it makes a bit of sense that the roomful of Freedia Freaks
would eventually fizzle.
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Steam began pouring out of the Turf Club's entryway at a pretty early
point on Saturday. The front end was venting that sweaty dance biproduct
like a manhole about half an hour into DJ Shannon Blowtorch's time --
well before bounce music high priestess Big Freedia began leading the
room. DJ Shannon Blowtorch seemed well tapped in to Freedia's
ass-shaking tenants considering the perpetual break-beat punches crammed
behind nü classics like "Ni**as in Paris."
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That's not to say it wasn't a thrill to get to the come down. Freedia's
three-piece hype team made good on the Turf Club's curbside
advertisement that promised "Ass Everywhere!!" Throughout the hour, ass
managed to gyrate atop speaker stacks. Legs stretched to the house
lights above. Booties, both amateur and Freedia-sponsored alike, were
reeling across the room like yoyos. So it comes at a bit of a letdown
that the fluidity between Freedia and her DJ never really mirrored the
succinct rhythm that wall-to-wall butt cheeks achieved.
The
group brought out their fan favorites early. "Gin in My System" and
"Rock Around the Clock" popped out within the first three tracks. And
while Freedia controlled the atmosphere of an entire room dedicated to
her call-and-response, she could never really connect with her DJ's
timing. You could, however, perpetually count on a Jamaican air
horn followed by a bomb-drop sample to indicate the end of a track.
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But
these imperfections are hard to dwell on. The wafting stank that filled
all corners of the club kind of reiterated that this whole thing is
supposed to be a messier affair. And what Freedia does best is making
that experience a shared one. Guys and gals took to the stage song after
song, many shedding layers. Freedia's comfort with this closeness is a
joy. It's a sensual multitasking of sorts. At one point, she offered her
hand for a kiss to an older gentleman all while her head was turned to
chat up a beefcakier male dancer. So good at giving herself, in fact,
that people seemed to begin feeling satisfied before the meal was over.