"That ain't even my beat," Laws told DJ Knuckles, who he nicknamed DJ Unprepared for the night. "Fuck it. I'll rap to it anyways."
Friday at Crowbar Laws laid down aggressive rap that commented more on socioeconomics than hip-hop culture. He spent a good part of the show off stage, rapping face to face with the crowd while his hype-man, LA, stood on stage, doubling up on Laws' lyrics.
Between performers opening for Little Brother, host Young Deacon kept the crowd lively while DJ Sandman made sure they had something to dance to.
Before Laws, a tall, thin songstress owned the stage with her supreme confidence and songs that sounded like sped up spoken-word poems.
"She's pretty AND she can sing," people kept saying of Dynasty.
When she yelled for people to throw their hands up, hands went up.
Saturday afternoon, nothing could have prepared me for the number of times I would hear "cornhole" during Tampa Bay Club Sports 1st annual Cornhole Classic at Ferg's Sports Bar. The strange thing was that the term never lost its humor. It could be hyphenated with any word: regulation-cornhole, cornhole-free-for-all, Barbara Bush's cornhole.
"I see some great cornholing going on," announced the commentator over the PA.
This article appears in Jun 11-17, 2008.