![]() Only three people were traveling with her on tour, and two of them were sitting next to her in the restaurant booth. But despite the trappings of superstardom, she's intent on keeping her company small. “Sometimes I feel like I’m definitely all over the place, but sometimes I feel the opposite.” She was largely introduced to international audiences in 2018, when, by virtue of the Wyoming studio sessions she navigated alongside Solymar, she made stirring contributions to albums by Pusha T and Ye. “There are so many worlds in this one world,” she mused at one point. Shake had emerged from a hulking black truck a few minutes past noon, flanked by close associates – Bharata Selassie (aka 070 Cine), a school-friend-turned-collaborator from New Jersey, and Sean Solymar, a producer who helped her navigate the Wyoming studio sessions responsible for “Ghost Town” and “Violent Crimes.” Hailing from North Bergen, a township in the upper region of New Jersey, she’s known for curating tripped-out sonic experiences that feel one-third music, one-third existential crisis, and one-third hip-hop-infused Dark Side of the Moon. "Really, I have to be drunk to get there, though, so I don't know if it's true." With a reserved chuckle, she jumped to modify her statement. “Yeah, but I can have my extroverted moments, too," she said through a steely gaze, mulling over whether she considered herself to be withdrawn. A few hours ago at a homely vegan restaurant in Brooklyn, she broke the dynamic down between languid forkfuls of Caesar salad and mozzarella sticks. ![]() The first song of her set has just come to an end, and the spotlights illuminating her 5'5 frame are the only visible light source on the stage as she retreats towards the curtains and takes a long swig from a bottle of wine. There are also three larger-than-life beams fixed from above on the wiry, leather-clad silhouette of 070 Shake. ![]() ![]() ![]() Among the various light sources that pierce through the fumes are sporadic cell phone flashlights from the upper decks, dizzying LEDs shining upward from the foot of the platform, and a swaying legion of bright screens recording shaky Instagram stories. A sold-out crowd of 18,000 are shrouded in the hazy mist of this curious concoction. It's difficult to distinguish between weed smoke and post-pyrotechnic fog in the bowels of Barclays Center. ![]()
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