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"Like the turntables, we actually kept the platters running the entire time so they wouldn't slow down," Jimmy recalls, adding that the mixers froze and they had to leave heat packs on them.
Maybe it was the mountain air or the adrenaline, but the guys found the setbacks extremely relaxing in a weird way. Because it was so cold, it was really easy to say, "Everybody stand up and get loose," Bill recalls. A routine incorporating Jay-Z and Kanye West's "Ni**as in Paris" was planned. When properly integrated into Cryphy's playbook, it's as wild as a tiger eating a shark, but it almost didn't happen at all.
"I had to do a little trick on the computer and throw [DJ program] Serato into internal because it started getting all sluggish," Jimmy says. "Luckily I was able to pull it off, and when that hit that place exploded. I can't remember feeling more satisfied from DJing Cryphy up 'til that point. I felt like the biggest boss in the universe."
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The set was apparently a major hit with one couple in the audience.
"My homie who went there told me, 'Yeah, you guys went up there, you were killin' it, and I saw two people fucking at the Red Rocks,'" Fundo says. "I said, 'Well, that's the plan!'"
The Red Bull Crashed Ice afterparty hosted by Lil Jon at Myth on January 26, located 15 miles east of Minneapolis in Maplewood, shows Get Cryphy is in full hustle mode. At 8 p.m., the guys gather in their dressing room in the venue's nondescript back caverns. A couple of bottles of Jameson sit on the coffee table, and the guys — plus MaLLy and red-bearded Dave Stai, who has been a point of contact and social media hookup for them since the Foundation days — have pulled up seats around it. The whiskey is disappearing in a hurry.
Jimmy heads downstairs to begin the set at a little before 9. Bill's ruminating on how great it would be to do their sets with eight turntables. Luniz's "I Got 5 on It" rumbles from the sound system below, and Kanye West and Paul Wall's "Drive Slow" follows. This set is only 80 minutes, so the blends are lightning-quick from the start.
After another shot of Jameson, everyone heads down to join Jimmy backstage. They're pushing each other to lock the set in tight — even if there are only 100 early arrivers on the fringes of the massive club.
In a few sudden motions, Jimmy packs up and jets for Honey in northeast Minneapolis, where he and Bill close the night hosting a packed pop-oriented night called the Recipe. Fundo and Last Word drop Tyga and Rick Ross's "187," which rides the sample popularized in Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg's first single, "Deep Cover," but quickly it's on to Kanye West's star party on "Monster." Bill hops up at about 9:55 p.m. and swings into 2 Chainz's "I'm Different."
Watching Bill work alone at the controls is jaw-dropping. With nimble wrists, he completes a complicated transition into Beyoncé's "Single Ladies," then dramatically slows Big Boi's "Shutterbugg" to a crawl. Cigar smoke wafts through, and the dance floor features about five drunk young ladies having their way with a chubby security guard. Just as the room starts to fill, a bearded stagehand tells the remaining Cryphy crew to pack up.
It's a five-minute tear-down. Four turntables and two mixers are stowed, the cables are tied, the needles are packed, the tone arms are taped down, and the DJ table is collapsed.
Then, Last Word's jumping in a car with MaLLy to make a breakneck drive for a show in Mankato. (They make it just in time.) Now, it's just Dave Stai and Fundo in the dressing room. They're sticking until the end of the night to hand out flyers for the Cryphy five-year party. Fundo's already thinking about the Prof tour that he'll launch in a few days, and is already looking forward to flying back to spin with his best friends in the Mainroom to celebrate their anniversary.
"You make a choice when you do what we do rather than doing gigs where you can make as much money as you possibly can dream," Last Word says. "The choice is: Do I wanna be able to do what I want to do and throw those shows? Any of us could be out hustling on a regular basis and tryin' to get every gig we want at every club in town. And at this point there's a very good possibility that, off of the name we have, we could probably do that. But is that what we want to do?"