Thievery Corporation by Michael J
GRAMMY U Presents A BEAUTIFUL DRUG: THIEVERY CORPORATION BY MICHAEL J. MEISEL CONTINUED FROM MAIN PAGE PHOTOS BY: MIC MEISEL What a magic carpet ride. The ground has been stolen right from under standing feet. You can travel to Nepal, Lebanon, Jamaica, Taiwan, Africa, Brazil, France, Spain, and Portugal with a clear head full of Thievery without disruption. And to think that a trip to Tampa wouldn’t consist of full body thermal imaging scans, palmed pat-downs, inconsideration, and snarky attitudes from airport security. Well, that’s just unsullied insanity, right? Nevertheless, a pure, uninterrupted overdose of harmony is what you’ll get when you enter the galaxy of Thievery Corporation. What better place than at the renowned, makeshift paradise, than Universal Studios in Orlando to acquire such an Outernational Sound? The show breaks out with chants and applause from a bouncy group. A younger crowd; most under 35. There are suits, hippies, ravers, and gangsters alike. Some are positioned at the numerous bars located around the venue; some are so far out already that they’ve been dancing to the pre-show radio mix. Some are out having a smoke and conversing, some stand cupping their lovers hand or waist, some stand alone. The band takes their places on stage. Instruments line the mesh net-like tarp covering amps and turntables. Roars explode at the presence of the anti-establishment act. It seems unreal, too good to be true even. DJ’s, bassist, drummers, and sitar/guitarist composing the “Intro” ignite a mesmerizing instrumental. The love-mattress inflates toward the mantra of the overly excited crowd.
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