NYU Black Renaissance Noire Spring 2015 - Page 23

For the Basement Parties at the YMCA House of Pain and Pearl Jam spill from oversized speakers. Walls sweat, pooling the floor with rhapsody and rhythm. Pressed together, underground surrounded by sound, thirteen years of wondering comes down to double dares and discoveries in the black lights of the basement. Boys drenched in their fathers’ cologne stand against cinder-blocked walls, eyeing brand-new curves molded in hip huggers. Girls show imaginary cleavage, with shy hips that haven’t fully mastered the switch. Tie-dye scrunches and viscous gel slick mounds of hair into onyx ice sculptures. Bubonic berry Kool-Aid with hallucinating quantities of sugar aphrodisiacs bodies into bumping and grinding collisions. Lenny Kravitz strings hips together, sour apple Now & Later tongues mix and match, hands disappear in the dark under cut-off shirts and baggy pants; exploring never felt so good. The bass rises past our knees, bodies float in a wicked trance, clothes soaked with Beastie Boys and lust. 21 BLACK RENAISSANCE NOIRE We are the midnight hour. Our acoustic heartbeats submerged, not ready to come up for air. BRN-SPRING-2015.indb 21 3/29/15 11:41 AM