February 15, 2020
Baxter was at the bar, rapping incredibly fast but with crisp, precise enunciation. Later, when he took the stage, it became clear who was in charge. He and the band looked like something out of the swing age; white tuxedos, Cab Calloway vibe, but the music was hard and the lyrics were fierce. This was grubstep: a cross between grime and dubstep. Not my scene, but I loved it; cheering and hollering right behind his crew, in an elegant crowd of long-dressed women and smart-suited men. Cocktails and sushi. It was mad and engrossing. All my dreams are.