Dance the Pain Away
As the murder rate rises and the heroin scourge continues, so does the indomitable sound of Baltimore club music. After giving stressed-out locals an ass-wigglin' boost for more than 15 years, the secretive scene finally may be ready for the outside world.
By S. H. Fernando Jr. 12.03.05 1:19 PM
"Hey, Ball-i-more!" shouts Club Queen K-Swift, a mane of shiny black ringlets cascading over her face. Chants of "Hey, hey, hey," from Blaq Starr's "Hey, Motherfucker (Clean Version)," punctuate a wall of kick drums and bass as the tension rises.
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