I went to a J-Dilla tribute event on Sunday night. It's an event which has been so popular over the last five or so years that every single time I tried to get in, I couldn't. It's not that tickets weren't available, or that I couldn't buy/blag my way in, it's that the line for entry began stacking up two hours before door; last year, it was ten people wide and two hundred metres long when I joined.
Got in for the first time this year. It was fun. But if it told me one thing, it was this: an entire evening of Dilla music is pointless. The man did not make club tunes, or shit you could dance to to hours on end. Sure, he had plenty of those (Bloodsport!) but imagine a whole night of every tune he ever made.
I got love for Dilla. But even among hip-hop fans, he was an acquired taste.