
Nobody hypes New York City more than New Yorkers themselves, but if you were part of the melee that witnessed Q-Tip destroy Central Park’s Summer Stage on Saturday afternoon you may well agree that for free, outdoor, summer mayhem, Gotham reigns supreme.
Headlining Giant Step’s turn at Rumsey Playfield on a sweltering afternoon, Tip followed an energetic performance by Yukimi Nagano and Little Dragon – the days when Nagano stood motionless throughout a Koop set clearly behind her – and filler slots for Deviation’s Benji B, rocking a different colored check shirt to the one he donned at Giant Step’s Hudson Night earlier in the week. The bafflingly trumpeted Chester French filled the middle hour, sending the rhythmically challenged into spasms of delirium, before Tip and band took the stage shortly after 5pm, helpfully reminding us why we were all getting sunburned.
Strutting onto stage to Shaka off Renaissance, Tip murdered it straight from the get-go, moved into Johnny Is Dead and had already sweated through his white Gap v-neck tee before stopping to salute a home crowd, rep Queens, raise a finger for Dilla, and another for Michael Jackson, from which he launched into Move, sounding heavier than Prop Jo after Thanksgiving in Baltimore.
Like the European shows, Tribe classics accompanied his solo material. Oh My God and Find a Way raised the temperature, Electric Relaxation and Bonita Applebum caused foaming of the mouth, but collective female adoration was reserved for You, though mainly returned for his mother who sat at the side of the stage.
It ain’t just the ladies that were showing Q some serious love. Leading the man-love was none other than P Diddy, never one to be upstaged, who clambered up alongside Q to do his little P Diddy dance, quickly scuttling off to the cacophonic, ironic cheers of rapturously tweeting hipsters.
If this was a lesson in showmanship, the encore demonstrated the possibilities for crowd participation as Tip jumped the barrier and sauntered through the crowd backed by Life is Better and assorted off-key fans, before scaling the VIP section, a feat his heavy-set detail couldn’t quite match as he went crashing to the wooden deck’s floor.
Q-Tip has evolved into the consummate entertainer, deadlier than the Taliban, and sicker than swine flu. If this is the Renaissance, Q-Tip may well be its shining light.
(Words and Q-Tip pics: C-Rob; P Diddy pic: Sara Skolnick)








