Metal Leaves Studio

You had to give up the 'secret password' at the door.  The man catching your info looked straight outta The Adams Family and acted accordingly.  The password is...Coney Dog.  [it was not, but it probably should have been]

Escorts directed the attendees through a maze, into the private lounge.  Dimly lit, boss fifties decor, with locust branches whispering at the windows.  Magic.  The crowd was a mix of trendsetters and move-makers, the Suburbs meet the City, all under one roof.

Previously known as DJ Haircut around the Metro Detroit underground scene,  Hawthorne built a solid rep mixing hip-hop and whatever else fit.  This dj is more than a triple-threat;  stack his skills and you end up with a seemingly never-ending list of talent.  He raps, writes, croons, produces, and plays all his own instruments. Take that!

Mayer Hawthorne sauntered in, rocking a button-down sweater that most likely, only he- and maybe Bill Cosby- could pull off.  He came into town from LA to spin for a select crowd.  Positioning himself  behind the ones and twos,  Hawthorne spun lost greats and classic soul.  Ready, Steady, Go!  

Look for his album A Strange Arrangement to drop on September 9th, 2009.  Until then, familiarize yourself by ordering one of his fancy seven inch singles, pressed on red heart-shaped vinyl, and sealed with a kiss.  Just kidding about the last part...maybe.