‘They Rocked the Casbah, Mama-Sama!”
I ducked in and out of XPAC, the lounge-for-kids (i.e., kids without photo IDs to get them into Woodley Park bars) in the basement of CPAC. Like a lot of other reporters, I chatted briefly with Stephen Baldwin. Lydia DePillas spent two days there, witnessing an award ceremony for Hannah Giles, the political debut of Autotune the News, and much more.
Problem is, it’s much harder to make the political cool than to make what’s already cool political. As Carroll talked, the night’s “jam session” was beginning—they had moved it up from the originally scheduled time of 11:00 p.m., realizing that no one would come—but most people had already filtered out as the rapper Politik took the stage. “I see y’all leaving over there!” he shouted at back of the room. “I’ve got a message!” One mom sat bobbing her head to his tea-party-centric rhymes (“two-thousand-nine, dangerous times, socialist agenda that they want us to sign!”).
“You can clap if you want to, it always makes me feel better,” Politik told the sparse audience.
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