Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Glow in the Dark

Whitney and I caught the big Kanye West Glow in the Dark show last night at the Nokia Theater downtown. It's one of those big corporate-sponsored (obviously) theaters that's all shiny, sells ten dollar beers, and counts the Eagles umpteenth reunion show last year as their big classic. I just think those places are a lot like David Archuleta—technically perfect but lacking in some soul. No ornamentation or flourishes, just light-absorbing black everywhere and rigging hanging from the ceiling. More like a new multiplex theater than a concert venue. But on to the massive show...

Lupe Fiasco: even in the unenviable first-of-four spot he brought the heat. I like that kid a lot. A killer mc with a unique style that might just be better in my opinion than the other solo hip-hop act on the bill.

N.E.R.D: A little too aggro for my tastes last night. I've liked a few of their songs (the more beat-centric and cool/groovy ones) but last night they seemed downright pi-issed. All shoutin' and angry like. Not a lot of fun. Took a drink break toward the end of that one.

Rihanna: A bit like being at a Six Flags concert at the end of the summer with a bunch of teenage girls all arm-in-arm singing "Umbrella" before they go back to school and don't see each other as much. Entertaining for sure if a little like being at TRL. Maybe I'm just gettin' old.

Kanye: He put on the big boy pants with this one for sure but he might just need to have them taken in a bit. A conceptual hour and a half solo on stage as a crashed space traveler who has to rap his way back home throughout various plot movements is tough for any man to pull off. Sometimes at shows I like to watch the drummer or see a DJ throw in some breaks or sumthin'. I'm just sayin'. The stage set itself was quite impressive but some curtains on the side might have helped keep me in "crashed spaceship on some crazy planet" world rather than "I wish I couldn't see all that scaffoliding and the underside of the planet where those guys are wearing shorts" world. Fascinating to see what all the fuss was about but the Daft Punk of hip-hop I'd hoped for it was not, however.

That we just saw Jay Z come into town and rock the Bowl's pants off the old-fashioned way and to do it with fireworks prolly didn't help.

And, Hillary, Just cause you win the Pro Bowl doesn't mean you then have a hope of winning last week's Super Bowl, if you know what I'm sayin'.


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