From Motels to Memphis: The Rise of a Young Club Promoter

Once upon a time, there was a young hustler with a big dream and not much else. He packed up what little he owned and left Atlanta, Georgia with nothing but faith in his pocket and determination in his heart. He landed in Memphis—a city that didn’t know his name yet but would soon never forget it.

At first, life in Memphis was rough. He checked into a cheap motel off Lamar Ave, staying right above a rowdy club called Club 360. Lamar was wild, but so was his ambition. Some nights he’d drift off to the sound of booming speakers below him, imagining his own name on flyers and marquees one day.

He didn’t have connections. He didn’t have money. But what he did have was hustle. He promoted parties by word of mouth, handed out flyers in the rain, and stayed up all night hyping up crowds for a few dollars and a chance.

When money ran dry, he crashed in a friend’s garage—using every dime he made to build his brand instead of his comfort. Slow nights turned into packed weekends. Small crowds turned into sold-out rooms. People came not just for the party but for his energy—Hypeman Antman—the man who could light up any club, anywhere.

Years passed. Some nights were magic, some were heartbreak. He lost people he loved. He saw dreams stall and doors slam shut. But he never stopped. One party at a time, he built his name into a movement.

Ten years later, the same young man who once slept above Club 360 now Run & Manage Club 616—and a restaurant and an event space too. He went from passing out flyers on Lamar Ave to putting his name on the deed of his own home.

Today, he stands in the middle of the dance floor he built—music blasting, lights flashing, a crowd that came to see him win. He raises a glass to every struggle, every late night, every supporter who ever believed.

Because he’s living proof that when you bet on yourself—all things are possible.