so came to a realization.
i don't like concerts that much. i don't like standing...i'm kinda tired of crowd participation. i hate waiting on the rappers to take the stage. the live experience is pretty much lost on me unless i can touch the stage.
big rap acts that require that whole blockade, 20 foot crowd separation thing, turn me all the way off...
too impersonal.
i'm paying to see this d-bag perform his songs live, right? the least he can do is give me a pound. show some gratitude for the whole...me supporting his family thing.
so, a friend of mine passes me a ticket to the rock the bells concert. it sounds great on paper. in reality it's...an acquired taste. if your a hip hopper then you already know. almost anyone you'd want to see was performing on randall's island, nyc.
pharaohe monch
mos & kweli
EPMD
public enemy
cypress hill
wu-tang clan
and a few others-
but. and there is always a but...to see them you had to contend with insane summer heat, possible dehydration, sky high water prices (and forget about the price of beer), a strange assortment of stipulations (no blankets, chairs, outside food, no bottles or cans...so no outside drinks, no umbrellas, etc.), and a ravenous crowd swaying and shifting out of balance as we all jockey for position closer to the stage...actually, closer to the partition in front of the stage.
once you manage to scrape your way up front, you stay there. if you move you're never going to get that close again. knowing that, you spend the whole time flexing your muscle on a bunch of moshing punks.
and damn if that one sweaty kid with no shirt on won't stop jumping on you. asshole.
all in a days work for a hip hop fanatic. now it's back to the x-80 shuttle that cost me a special concert going rate of 5 bucks.
what a deal!
especially gratifying after i tricked 7 bucks on this unlimited metrocard that they told me i couldn't use. back down the steps to stand in line with throngs of concert goers crowding the station at 125th. and don't take too long on that metrocard machine, you might get cussed out by one of these over zealous fans-
after 12 hours standing...all that was left to do was eat, wash, and sleep. it took me 2 days to recuperate, but i lived to tell about it.
and my hearing is still intact after being assaulted by two 60 speaker walls. thank you ear plugs...
it was all good for the most part, but i don't think i can physically handle that kind of grind again. shit was like a job, son. you gotta be in shape when a show gets that real...
i'm out man...i retire. i'm way too skinny for this. seeing my favorites is something to remember but somehow i think the dvd will be better.
all rocked out
custamato~
i don't like concerts that much. i don't like standing...i'm kinda tired of crowd participation. i hate waiting on the rappers to take the stage. the live experience is pretty much lost on me unless i can touch the stage.
big rap acts that require that whole blockade, 20 foot crowd separation thing, turn me all the way off...
too impersonal.
i'm paying to see this d-bag perform his songs live, right? the least he can do is give me a pound. show some gratitude for the whole...me supporting his family thing.
so, a friend of mine passes me a ticket to the rock the bells concert. it sounds great on paper. in reality it's...an acquired taste. if your a hip hopper then you already know. almost anyone you'd want to see was performing on randall's island, nyc.
pharaohe monch
mos & kweli
EPMD
public enemy
cypress hill
wu-tang clan
and a few others-
but. and there is always a but...to see them you had to contend with insane summer heat, possible dehydration, sky high water prices (and forget about the price of beer), a strange assortment of stipulations (no blankets, chairs, outside food, no bottles or cans...so no outside drinks, no umbrellas, etc.), and a ravenous crowd swaying and shifting out of balance as we all jockey for position closer to the stage...actually, closer to the partition in front of the stage.
once you manage to scrape your way up front, you stay there. if you move you're never going to get that close again. knowing that, you spend the whole time flexing your muscle on a bunch of moshing punks.
and damn if that one sweaty kid with no shirt on won't stop jumping on you. asshole.
all in a days work for a hip hop fanatic. now it's back to the x-80 shuttle that cost me a special concert going rate of 5 bucks.
what a deal!
especially gratifying after i tricked 7 bucks on this unlimited metrocard that they told me i couldn't use. back down the steps to stand in line with throngs of concert goers crowding the station at 125th. and don't take too long on that metrocard machine, you might get cussed out by one of these over zealous fans-
after 12 hours standing...all that was left to do was eat, wash, and sleep. it took me 2 days to recuperate, but i lived to tell about it.
and my hearing is still intact after being assaulted by two 60 speaker walls. thank you ear plugs...
it was all good for the most part, but i don't think i can physically handle that kind of grind again. shit was like a job, son. you gotta be in shape when a show gets that real...
i'm out man...i retire. i'm way too skinny for this. seeing my favorites is something to remember but somehow i think the dvd will be better.
all rocked out
custamato~
1 comment:
U too skinny to be doing that??? Well, I'm happy that u saw some of ur favorites and lived to tell the story.... it had to be more exciting than bothersome. Not sure I'm ready for that type of experience yet but if the chance ever came across, who knows what I would do. Plus, with those sky high prices and close quarters combat crowd, I could sweat off some of this.... "sidefat". It really did said like a job. And what's with this 7 buck unlimited card?
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