He’s the man that got the crazy idea to bring X to the venue more that 4 months ago. “Coming from Yonkers, listening to Hip Hop, DMX was obviously one of my influences,” Leroy Beneros says. DMX sits somewhere between your streetwise Uncle whose outlandish metaphors seem to always hit the nail on the head, and Gator, the addicted natural performer whose volatile tendencies stays dangerously close to the surface. But that’s the thing about Earl Simmons – if you can get past the antics, a great deal of the things he says aren’t too far off. So you can’t regret how it all goes down, because if it went down any other way, the things you needed to know, might become the things you never got a chance to learn.”ĭMX is obviously in his own world. See…what you have to understand is, the things you don’t know are sometimes more important than the things you do know. “Things might not have worked out the way I wanted but they worked out the way they should. His security, one of his friends and his manager – satisfied by my answers to their many questions – has granted me access to the room. I wouldn’t take back any of it,” X tells me.
#DMX AND THEN THERE WAS X CLEAN SKIN#
His skin is dull and battle scarred, his eyes are jumpy and he can’t stop moving – despite just coming off an exhausting 90-minute performance. In front of me, in nothing but a wife beater, he’s skinny. Up close, the toll of the drugs is apparent. X regards everyone else with an obvious sense of paranoia. Hold–up in the tiny dressing area of the PACKED greenroom, he’s surrounded by only his old friends. So to see X back on stage, this is historic and important.”ġ:20am and the show’s over, X is all smiles. “This takes me back to where we started, to a much different place in hip hop. Joined by fellow Ruff Ryder, Swizz Beats for three songs, before carrying the rest of the show alone, DMX answered the question running through everyone’s minds: Could he still do it? He commanded the stage, he danced, he growled when needed, joked with the audience, preached a little and shared a bottle of VSOP with the front row, instructing them to ‘pass and sip’. With the exception of one verse from his new single, DMX took a sold out crowd through his impressive catalog for 90 minutes. It’s almost show time.Ī show is indeed what follows. Ten minutes later the downstairs area is cleared.
He eyeballs everyone he doesn’t know, then “What the fuck we doin? Let’s go!”
There will be no questions about his tardiness. The first 25 people to enter could easily be here to tape some sort of reunion special for The Tunnel nightclub. If his technical rider is any indication – requiring his dressing room be stocked with clean hand towels, orange Sunkist, a dozen hard boiled eggs, two packs of condoms, 4 packs of Newport’s and $150 in cash – we’re definitely in for an interesting evening.ġ0:55 and the basement doors open. But there’s been no actual X sighting since his appearance on Power 105’s Breakfast Club recorded the day before. X skipped sound check, sending his DJ instead and of course his manager, to collect his money. “He’s in the car, for real this time,” someone confirms.
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