I’d read an article about Solillaquists in Performer Magazine, and was so impressed by their personal views that I remember earmarking their upcoming date at the Earl. Then, of course, my head retreated into my arse, and I forgot about the date. Luckily, my friend encouraged me to come to the Earl one night for some good hip-hop, and what do you know—I found myself watching Solillaquists. The group’s composed of two married couples, three of whom are vocalists. The fourth member is the DJ who not only spins records and programs sounds but also hyper-rhythmically plays multiple drum machines while dancing and popping and locking with an intensity that left me giggling at times. I liked them because they’re honest; a few times I caught myself daydreaming about the sad political state of our world because of their lyrics. Then I snapped out of it found myself laughing when one of them announced that groups like the Black Eyed Peas are “selling their ass cracks.” They play again in early April for the three-day A3C Independent Hip Hop Festival (http://www.a3c2007.com
) at The Loft where I’ll be seeing you.