First of all, boo to WHOMEVER was responsible for jacking up the sound so that Che couldn’t perform. There’s nothing more annoying than paying money to see a certain act and getting stiffed. Big ups to the dude from London who kicked the beat box and allowed Che to get off a few rhymes.
Secondly, I have no idea why men are so hostile to women at hip hop shows. You’d think they’d rather be in their all by themselves, sausage partied up. As far as I can tell, they assume you’re some kind of groupie rather than a fan. Especially someone like myself. I think it’s because I don’t go dressed in big jeans, nondescript t-shirt and dunks. I tend to wear low-heeled boots (in the winter) or open-toe flats (summer), skinny jeans and a snarky fitted tee. LOL. Just typing that made me laugh. My point is that if you’re not trying to look like a boy, then chances are the dudes there are going to resent your presence. I got a couple of sideways looks last night. Lames. I was downstairs at one point, where they let the performers and their folks congregate I guess, and some chick asked me if I was part of Wale’s “entourage”. Um, no. “I’m not a groupie, I’m a fan.” She says, “Oh, ok, well you didn’t look like it, just asking.” Me: Stale Face. She was a nutjob anyway. She was up in there in a tie-dye sundress and a wooden parasol!
Oh, and someone please tell these fools that rolling around with a luggage rack on your back is sooooo 1994. This one nigga dressed like it was 30 below outside had the nerve to stand in a packed crowd with a huge backpack on. I thought he couldn’t get anymore annoying until her started rapping. DUDE. Nobody came to hear YOU spit, okay.
On a positive note, I got to take a picture with Kwame‘. See, this is important because I collect rappers. Some people collect coins. Others collect angel figurines. I collect pictures with old school rappers. The Kwame shot is the latest and lives among the likes of Biz Markie, Melle Mel, Craig Mack and Chris “Play” Martin. I can’t find my Doug E Fresh though :(
The show itself was pretty decent. Blu was worth my entire $15 and at least one beer (Boo to SOBs for charging 7 bucks for a beer). I mainly went to see Wale, but was sorta disappointed. Let’s just say the performance was bittersweet. Plus: Wale performed with UCB, a go-go band. I’ve loved go-go ever since I went to college in ’99. Always a great time when a go-go band is around, I kept wanting to dance it out, but the crowd wasn’t the type to lift their leg up and put their booties on the floor. Minus: Wale didn’t do many songs, he really just let the band go off. And the songs he did do, well you could hardly hear what he was saying. I’ll stick to Wale via my iPod from now on, but will make it a priority to hit up a Blu & Exile show whenever possible.