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Better than: that wildly indulgent rave-in-a-cave scene of The Matrix Reloaded.
The Chapel breeds pleasure and liberation the way churches foster severity and inhibition.
A single disco ball hanging from the cathedral ceiling of the venue spangled the arches with stars and a luminous shadow of itself. Underneath, the crowd danced to the soul-jangling tunes of Midtown Social and then Afrolicious — even a young fellow in crutches.
In what was possibly an overeager marketing/mission attempt of Midtown Social to style itself as one part soul band, one part philanthropic organization, The Chapel’s blurb for them noted the following:
“Motivated by the struggle and oppression that humanity faces daily and inspired by the love, nurture and hope of the midtown society, Midtown Social strives to fuel the revolution of free, open and creative thought to change the world.”
Though admirable, it’s difficult to prove such a point, and even harder to find it credible. Ample evidence did pile up that the crowd adored Midtown Social. Shirts stripped, samba partners twirling; crutches-guy showcased some rather ingenious stationary dance moves.
Midtown Social’s trio of singers freestyle danced onto the stage after the congas, drumset, and saxophone began in earnest. The singers left no doubt that they truly enjoyed their own music. Even if their music weren’t to one’s taste, it would be hard to inoculate one’s self from such infectious joy.
Their shoulders rolling and hips gyrating, Midtown Social killed it. An alabaster statue dug up in Cairo would have two-stepped to that magic. The ensemble switched meters and genres mid-song. Neo soul, funk revival, R&B, and disco tugged at the feet of the crowd. Even the sound engineers danced.
Most impressively, even the violin and flute had their place in the booming dance sensation. When other bands might have such subtle instruments completely eclipsed in the din, Midtown Social’s violen managed to completely carry a song with low, cello-like country chords.
Toward the end of its set, Midtown Social asked, “Are you finished? Do you want more? Are you thirsty for more?” The drought-plagued dancers roared with parched breath. Three encores commenced.
My takeaway: When your soul is weary, peek your head into The Chapel and look for Midtown Social.