The Snob and DJ StylusWhile I was in Washington D.C. this most recent go round I went to A LOT of party spots. Once the meetings were done and the networking was finished, I kicked up my heels a-many a warm and sweaty nights in the Chocolate City.

One of the greatest spots I went to was Little Miss Whiskey’s Golden Dollar on H Street and there, handling all the DJ magic was the masterful genius of one Rhome Anderson — aka DJ Stylus. I fell madly in musical love with Rhome as he played everything from Jazzanova’s “Look What You’re Doin’ To Me” to “Mama Used to Say” to Appolonia’s “Sex Shooter” to Prince’s “17 Days” to both the Doobie Brothers and Aretha Franklin versions of “What A Fool Believes.”

I was going to ask him to marry me but then, somewhere around the time he threw on Hall & Oates “I Can’t Go For That” I fell out and died from soul-pop overload. Fortunately Anderson’s ones-and-twos were touched by the man himself, because he was able to bring me back to life with D’Angelo’s “Spanish Joint.” I asked Rhome why he had to murder people with his beats (folks were straight hemorrhaging sweat) and he did not deny the fact that he is a serial dancefloor killer.

For those who couldn’t be there with me cutting a rug you can read about it here and sample Rhome’s wares here and here from that night.