This is mostly what you saw, unless you were one of the extras. The extras played the crowd in the video (for White Walls), and that crowd was in the parking lot at Dicks. Meanwhile, the rest of us—the crowd—were on Broadway, longing for Sir Mix-a-lot to make a cameo.
  • This is mostly what you saw, unless you were one of the extras. The extras played the crowd in the video (for "White Walls"), and that "crowd" was in the parking lot at Dick's. Meanwhile, the rest of us—the crowd—were on Broadway, longing for Sir Mix-a-lot to make a cameo.

I got there around 11:30. (Paul stopped by earlier.) Ryan Lewis had already come out and made an announcement from the rooftop at Dick's that shooting would start in half an hour. It was much more than half an hour later, my 10-year-old friend noted insistently.

Then finally the blond man came out and whooped his arms and people went crazy and took one trillion photos and videos. The experience was both good and rewarding, and yet thin and puppety and short-lasting.

Now. To back up. I quite like the song "Can't Hold Us." (I find the video freakish.)

Last night, Macklemore was there up on top of Dick's on Broadway—would Sir Mix-a-lot show up?—to shoot the video for the song "White Walls."

I do not like the song "White Walls." I do, however, like one part of it: the best part.

The best part of "White Walls," inarguably, is Hollis Wong-Wear. She sings the hook, which goes...

I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive
Got that gas pedal, leaned back, taking my time
I’m blowin’ that roof off, letting in sky
I shine, the city never looked so bright

Hollis Wong-Wear has a band of her own, and it is time for you to know about it. It's called The Flavr Blue and they're playing Capitol Hill Block Party on Saturday at 9 at Neumos. You should really go and try this one out. It will happy-make you.

The Flavr Blue is everything that "White Walls" is not. It is great dance music that will not make you sick with talk of hos, bitches, and pussy. You can have a brain, a heart, feet, an ass, and a vagina, and still like that damn music.

Back to mister.

We stayed until maybe 12:15. In the minutes during which we witnessed Macklemore on the roof, he did the same thing repeatedly, and he was facing perpendicular to us. He was turned north, dancing under the lights while about 20 seconds of "White Walls" played (the same 20 seconds over and over), while a crowd of extras fenced in like hungry birds jumped around and up toward their Macklemore in the Dick's parking lot.

From Broadway—Mix!! We needed you!—we could only see the blond head bopping into view and then out, like a shih tzu at somebody's front door. (Hey, I have a shih tzu. I see the charm and the absurdity both.)

The 10-year-old decided he was done, so we left.

But what did we miss? Did he do a whole song before he left? Did he ever turn and perform for the Broadway crowd too? I haven't stalked the incident on social media, so I don't know how it ends. Somebody tell.