Buying a concert ticket to see one of my favorite artists is what I imagine a football fan feels when watching their team play a Super Bowl Game. For me, the stakes are just as high and a grand celebration is just as warranted if the task at hand is completed. Scrambling to figure out if my schedule and bank account will let me make any forward progress, passing the information to all my interested friends, tackling the logistics of getting there, and finally rushing to the goal of the venue are all part of the game. It’s only once the goal lines of the admission gates have been crossed and the artist walks on stage that game clock ticks to zero. Then the cheers ring out, the confetti falls, and buzzes are caught like 45 yard passes.
In late December I bought tickets to see rappers Robb Bank$ and Da$h at the Bottom Lounge in Chicago on February 17th, and this is a chronicle of my (sort of) Windy City Super Bowl concert experience. Peep how it went
Full Disclosure: I’m a fucking huge Curren$y fan and have followed his career for about the last decade. But I’m trying really hard to look at this as objectively as possible. Be prepared for possible failure.
Very often, I have conversations with my friends about what artists and albums we’ve been listening to lately. My response is usually a mix of old and new rap, old and new death metal, and a handful of random artists (as of late it’s been The Weeknd and Gesaffelstein, thanks for asking). But around 50% of the time that the topic comes up, I drop Curren$y’s name. This is due in part to the fact that I’m always revisiting previous projects (Covert Coupe and Pilot Talk 3 have rarely ever left my rotation since their release), and also because he is constantly dropping new music.
I love rap music. I also love writing. Since I lack the necessary talent to be able to combine these two things in the best way possible, or in other words become a rapper, I do the next best thing – write about rap. Or at least, I’m beginning to. Last week I wrote my very first album review and I was lucky enough to have it be for the newest release of my favorite rapper, Freddie Gibbs. I was very excited to write the piece and owe thanks to The Badger Herald for publishing it on the Artsetc. portion of their site. It was a fun, yet slightly intimidating and I’m hoping to continue doing this more in the future. Here is a link to the review.
This is mad old but I wanted to keep it up here because why not?
Everyone loves Beyoncé. The overwhelming majority of women want to BE Beyoncé, or at least have some (most) of her qualities. Beyoncé is the physical embodiment of the PERFECT woman. She is to all women worldwide what Barbie (the doll) was to young (white American) girls in the 90’s, something they fantasize longingly to be. Strong, motivated, sexy, independent, humble, beautiful, inspiring, and with just the perfect amount of sass (Beyonce would be liable to slap you if ever you called her a Barbie). She is who women want to be and who men want to be with. Get a little bit more Lemonade