Once inside, you'd find Tillman's as one of the coolest places in New York City.
A venue with a deliberate intention to be a home for Soul, Funk, Jazz and groove with a nice glow of gorgeous golden brown at the core of the decor and a butter sound system.
I played there consistently for a couple of years 08-09 and enjoyed it very much because there was a DJ be a DJ music policy and not a flow shattering requests driven human jukebox/ipod music policy. At Tillman's the DJ wasn't a warm body in the booth waiting to be dictated to by everybody who wants to hear their song next - no, at Tillman's the DJ played sets and the people just went with you on the ride.
My beloved Minding Micheal sets were recorded there - I'm still appreciative of management there letting me get away with an entire night of MJ.
At Tillman's you could play for the people who loved music, and not necessarily for the people who like songs. People who love music just seem to feel everything you play because they have curious ears. People who love songs seem to fixate on what they are not hearing, consequently, they are unable to resist the urge to go request something that they know.
At Tillman's a DJ could get into a kind of beginning, middle, end kind of flow. Laying out a set that starts in one place, will make stops at different rhythmic places, and then eventually end up somewhere uplifting encouraging two steps, dips, grown woman wiggles, and the fellows on the look out falling back head nodding with the dapness in their presence.
Here's a nice set spun with music producer and mate Trus'Me hanging out.
Trus'me, you can see, you hear?