JazzyFatNastees Concert
Club 2:k:9
Washington D.C., N.W.

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Duckets: Tickets - 16 bucks a pop, Mixed drinks - $6, making eye contact with the lead singer all night as she croons and gyrates to the music - Priceless...
Attitude Scale: 0 - I don't know what it is y'all, maybe it's a new vibe that I'm giving off or something, but I'm seeing NO ATTITUDE in a city that invented it (Next to T.O. of course!)
Atmosphere: Mellow and cool, like the music.
Dress Code: No hats
Music: Jazzy, Phat, and Nasty...
Necessities: Rogaine - There wasn't a person in there who didn't have dreads or twists
Song of the night: Do your thing by Isaac Hayes, as interpreted by opening act: Kindred -- DEFINITION of smooth.
Quintessential moment of the night: Watching the lightning gently strike in the background through the windows as the bassist performs his solo.

Cyberkrib's own, Syckologist once said to me, "Go Paradox. Go to the show. Get yourself a fine lady friend and go to see the JazzyFatNasteees." Well, I unfortunately went on to follow that advice and all I can say is, sometimes, some things are better left undone...

A fantastic group to just relax and listen to while lounging at home, JazzyFatNastees are not able to translate their sound successfully to the stage. To be fair, Club 2:k:9 situated in Northwest D.C. near Howard University, could be the worst possible venue for live performances. Resembling a high school gym, more than a concert hall, the Jazz duo were forced to contend with both bad acoustics and one of the worst sound systems that I've heard in a club outside of Kingston, Ontario. I could think of a few campus pubs that might have served the artists better.

However, when faced with adversity, great artists are supposed to be able to rise to the occasion like Jazzy's opening act, Kindred was successful in accomplishing. This husband and wife duo made the audience feel all warm and fuzzy with their funky renditions of "Do Your Thing" and "Never Too Much." But unfortunately, one could too easily be distracted from the sounds by just watching the movements of the husband who had a striking resemblance to a Raptor (the shortest, pudgiest arms you've ever seen). Asking the crowd to throw their hands in the arm would garner no reaction simply because no one could tell that he was raising his....

But anyhoo, back to the feature act... While perfectly nice ladies (my friend chatted them up afterwards), Tracy and Mercedes of JFN just aren't able to carry out a live show. Fighting boredom most of the night, the crowd was actually sizing up the one couch in the back of the room by the end of their set. If you're a true fan of the JazzyFatNastees, do yourself a favor and stay that way, lounging at home with one of there cd's instead.