Published on February 23rd, 2013 | by Gerry Galipault0
Dec. 11, 2012
(Dec. 11, 2012)
A couple of years ago, I bought a song online for one of my DJ sets. I didn’t really care who wrote it, I was in a hurry, it sounded the part, good enough for me. A few gigs later, I found myself dropping the track repeatedly for dance floors. Crowds responded favorably. Even better, the dancers — and I mean real dancers who actually practice and shit — perked right up and broke out moves — B-boy style.
Few songs are consistent like that. It was time to take note of the author. I filed “Ralph Session” away in my memory until a year later a fellow DJ from Baltimore asked me if I knew of him. Oddly enough, the next night, Ralph walked into my Brooklyn Shakedown party and we met. Turns out, he’s New York blood. We kicked it, only to learn that Ralph could not only produce a record, DJ a set, but tear the shit up on the dance floor. He’s a Triple-Threat, I suppose. So here we are, like two years later, and Ralph dishes me this EP last Wednesday night at my Fetish Authentic party. It’s a more “mature sound” he tells me. No shit, huh? I liked the sound of it already. I walked into the DJ booth around 1:30 a.m., put his song on without even giving it a listen and you ought to know what happened next. The whole damn place perked up. Track 1 “Dirty Kitty” hit like a waft of cocaine broke open through the ventilation system. Shiiiiiit. You go boy.