By Mawuse Ziegbe
Puberty would not have been the same without LL Cool J. Honestly who was hotter than shirtless, lip-lickin' LL in 1995? Coolio? Tag Team? Exactly. And yet when Estelle and LL Cool J took over Terminal 5 for the Grammy and T-Mobile tour I was not prepared for how totally phat it would be. Estelle was aiight - she was two-steppin' and bitching about her ex-boyfriend - entertaining but all things I could see any sloshed slag do on a Saturday night. LL weaved through his 20-year-plus repertoire flexing to hits like "Doin' It," "Rock The Bells," "Phenomenon," "I Need Love," "Headsprung," and "Radio" with the energy and abs of a delusional MySpace MC. I spent much of the time jonesing for FUBU, Dunkaroos and general nineties awesomeness. So, mad props to LL and the booty-quaking potency of his def beats.
The Roots don't score as many mainstream snaps as LL but they continue to prove their legendary status with events like the 2nd annual Roots Picnic. Following a typically grizzly Chinatown bus ride to the illadelph, I caught Antibalas' fairly uninspired set. Philly's own Santigold often relies on her fussy downtown b-girl look and heart attack-serious dancers to carry a performance. But she actually smiled and flicked her hair a bit more than usual through songs like "Find A Way," "Unstoppable," and "Say Aha." Throngs of mall-accessorized girls thrashed along to "Creator" and Spank Rock made Read more »