Posted: Apr 1, 2008 1:16 pm |
Edited by: Jack Stands
Around the time they were building the appartments next to Redbirds stadium, my band was practicing at the Rehersal Complex at 296 Monroe. Mostly "Nu-Metal" bands (Saliva practiced there at the time!), and small hip-hop studios.
One of the hip-hop guys was walking around the building when our guitar player was playing scales or something silly, and he stopped in. He liked what he heard, and asked Jason if he would play some stuff on a track they were working on for a hip-hop group named (wait for it) "Shhhhhh". As in "hush" (Orang Mound, represent).
Jason agreed, went down and made short work of it. That was it, except a few weeks later, Shhhhh had finished production and were going to drop their joint on the streets at a party at Headliners on Brooks Road (converted roller skating rink). They asked Jason if he would play the set with him. He said "sure", but asked me to come along.
We went down there in his pick-up truck the afternoon of the show. There were only a few people there, but they were looking at us pretty hard. We decided to go down the street and eat at Topps. When it was dark, we went back. Rolled into the parking lot again, but it was more croweded, and we got even more looks. With the windows down, you could overhear dudes assuring their girlfriends "It's alright, it's just two white dudes". We parked, loaded up, and marched the gear in like we had a purpose. Got stopped by security, and they asked why we were there. Jason explained he was playing guitar for one of the acts. The security guard actually looked suprised and happy, "Oh! Oh, yeah, Come on in!"
Nobody talked to us for a while, and the crowd was getting bigger and bigger. We stood against the wall with the gear, waiting for Shhhhhh. We were asked a few times "I don't mean to be rude, but, what are y'all doing here?" We explained each time, and eventually Shhhhhh showed up. They weren't ready yet, but they suggested we get some drinks. We did. We shot pool. People started to eventually warm up to us, and even told us they were glad we came, because dudes like us "usually don't come to these kinds of events". Everybody was having a great time, dancing, acting fools, mingling, and the crowd was HUGE. Shhhhhh was going on in a bit, and I was looking forward to it.
Until the TACT team showed up.
They were looking for someone specific, but they really didn't let anyone know it. They had guns out. The lights were turned on. Every black male was lined up against the wall. This is important, because they didn't line us up. They left us standing by ourselves on the other side of the rink. I think both of us were trying to hold on to the lone guitar case, because the black males were now all facing us. We would have been o.k. maybe, until two older, white cops ready for retirement came over and stood right next to us. They didn't say anything, they just stood next to us. Jason and I kept side-stepping slowly to put some distance between us and the old dudes, but they would side step with us. There is no way, this could have looked good. Then they started trying to joke with us, laughing REALLY loud, like we were old buddies, or something. We just stared at the ground.
After a bit, we grabbed the stuff and started heading for the door. This is about the time the emcee was shouting through the microphone on stage "Now y'all know if we were playing Elvis and country music, you wouldn't even be here now!" We were heading for the door tho the truck, but all of our new found friends looked at us like we were snitches. We went home. Not sure how that night ever turned out for them, because we never saw Shhhhh again.