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Aokify @ Epic

Nov 13, 2013

On Saturday night, the Aokify America tour, curated (of sorts) by house master Steve Aoki, featuring Borgore, Felix Cartal, Deorro, and Waka Flocka Flame, came to Minneapolis’ Epic Nightclub. And as expected, it was pretty silly.

By Morgan Luther

On Saturday night, the Aokify America tour, curated (of sorts) by house master Steve Aoki, featuring Borgore, Felix Cartal, Deorro, and Waka Flocka Flame, came to Minneapolis’ Epic Nightclub.  And as expected, it was pretty silly.

I mean, just think about it.  Look at that lineup.  What.

Just a week after the Yo Gotti show, when an unfortunate shooting took place in Epic, the club geared up with extra security to host one autumn’s biggest dance nights in the Twin Cities.  Despite recent events, Epic was flooded with Twin Cities’ finest EDM concertgoers – alongside youthful partiers and music enthusiasts alike from as far as the Dakotas.  The show started early, doors at just seven PM with Deorro kicking off a mere half hour later.  Despite the early hours, Epic was flooded early on with as an eclectic crowd as you imagine such a tour would bring.  The line wrapped through the alleyway, and drifted into the adjacent sidewalk.  Gentlemen in tank tops smoked their ominous self-rolled cigarettes, while girls in their finest little black dresses hurriedly downed their bottles of cola that looked mysteriously like mislabeled Crystal Pepsi.  Even though it was just 8 PM, the evening’s attendees seemed on par with bar close, and security adamantly tried to keep the outdoors noise at a minimum.



Much to my surprise, the DJ sets throughout the night did not move fluidly in and out with one another, but rather allocated time for take-downs and set-ups over a playlist that sounded as if Aoki himself supplied it.  Mr. Flocka Flame took the stage using Popeye’s spinach as a pick me up, and got just about as trappy as you can get at performing for a crowd of booty-shaking EDM fans.  As energetic as he was when featured in MGK’s “Wild Boy” video, Mr. Flocka Flame hopped around over dubbed tracks of his biggest hits, and put his hands in the air more than they were kept to his side.  I’m unsure if Waka is a fan of Death Grips, but I would not be surprised as his accompanying live drum kit marched his final track, “Hard in the Paint,” well – pretty hard into the paint.


Steve Aoki

The grammy-nominated Steve Aoki though, guys.  He arose from a glow with ghostly swag and immediately jumped into well-reputable music monitoring.  Within just a couple of minutes, the crowd surged forward in excitement that I have not seen since those late 90’s Surge commercials, (Remember that soda? 10/10 would drink again.) causing a collapse of the barricade between the stage and set. Aoki, flustered, cautioned Epic into providing a better barricade, and subtly urged attendees to give space for it’s quick repair so he could continue his set.  And as is tradition, of course Aoki brought cake. 


Cakes slammed the front row, the further ends of the pit got caked, and one even slapped the VIP balcony.  And no cake is complete without poppin’ bottles of champagne; so the closer fans probably left a bit sticky and appealing to fruit flies.  But that’s expected; Aoki is known to have his cake and champagne, too. As the set progressed, confetti seemed to snow from the sky and Mr. Flocka Flame joined his side, tossing inflatable rafts to the audience (both of which got mounted and surfed on by more than one fan), while Waka’s famous hyping shot the audience into frenzy.



Aoki took off, perhaps sooner and surely earlier than he typically would, as he had to leave for Vegas that evening.  Just around eleven fifteen or so, Borgore, along with some lovely ladies dancing on some poles, dropped some step to roughly half the crowd that was there before.  His set was strong, and one probably noticed that the club had shifted from a mix-of-we-like-to-party-people into the more core-audience of the Twin Cities EDM scene that usually spends its Tuesday evenings at Barfly.  Borgore made the best of it (and it was still certainly a sizeable, and not a disappointing crowd), and led some honey bunnies on stage for a… twerk-off.  Towards the end of his set, Mr. Flocka Flame appeared again – and I definitely saw more than one topless co-ed on her friend’s shoulders.


Felix Cartal finished the night off, and though I recall it being quite fun, my notes abruptly stopped, and some cutie 3.14 distracted me into a refreshing beverage there.