The X-Men rocked shit, but they weren't the only ones stealing the show. Many of the DJ's represented true. After shoving off the tremendous presence the X-Men made, these cutmastas did their shit, and they did it well.

The atmosphere was all good here. Everyone seemed to understand what turntablism truly is. An artform. Some of the DJ's were good, some were lacking, but many were truly excellent as they enthralled the audience with mad techniques and tricks.

I asked Tat G if he tagged. He said he didn't, I mistakened him for the infamous tagger, Tat, who I see all over the Bronx, and probably elsewhere. Tat G was chill and when he modestly approached the tables, he kind of just looked at them. Like he was thinkin, "I feel sorry for you guys." Tat represented as he mraveled the others with quick hands and body motions and tight precision on each table.