CHRIS LIVE AKA SHAKER SAYS: Ladies and gentlemen, the end is nigh. 5,000 black birds dropped dead in Arkansas. 40,000 dead crabs washed ashore in England. And, last week, Tuesday night, I witnessed the phenomenon that is Lil B in all of his "BASEDGOD" glory.
No, not even the Mayan Calendar could have forecast such a happening as Lil B. Alongside my girlfriend, her cousin and his wife, our "old" (NOTE: Of course, relative to the rabid teeny-bopper fans that crowded the venue) asses played audience to a turquoise onesie (NOTE: With cleavage baring plunging v-neck ... lol) clothed demigod whom whipped a sold out Highline Ballroom crowd into a feverish frenzy 1 incoherent song @ a time.
My emotions ran the gamut. I was astonished, impressed and scared all @ once. A young man from Oakland, CA whom proudly refers to himself as thee head "pretty bitch" in charge and shamelessly raps over ambient music had managed to captivate a large segment of today's youth culture without an ounce of radio airplay. His success is both a testament to the power of the internet as well as the failure of our national school system.
I staggered out of New York City's Highline Ballroom that night awash in a sea of conflicting emotions. Was I to accept that the era of the enlightened MC was over? Am I merely an old fuddy-duddy whom should be put out to pasture in my own whining corner of the internet? Are ALL of today's children under the age of 25 years old H-E-Double-Hockey-Sticks bent on being gay? I don't know.
My Lil B concert experience was both empowering (NOTE: Because his entire cult-like following is internet based) and frightful (NOTE: Because his entire cult-like following is internet based). All I know is that, hate him OR L.O.V.E. him, Lil B cannot be stopped. He is a cult of personality. He is a star! It is what it is.
BONUS:
No, not even the Mayan Calendar could have forecast such a happening as Lil B. Alongside my girlfriend, her cousin and his wife, our "old" (NOTE: Of course, relative to the rabid teeny-bopper fans that crowded the venue) asses played audience to a turquoise onesie (NOTE: With cleavage baring plunging v-neck ... lol) clothed demigod whom whipped a sold out Highline Ballroom crowd into a feverish frenzy 1 incoherent song @ a time.
My emotions ran the gamut. I was astonished, impressed and scared all @ once. A young man from Oakland, CA whom proudly refers to himself as thee head "pretty bitch" in charge and shamelessly raps over ambient music had managed to captivate a large segment of today's youth culture without an ounce of radio airplay. His success is both a testament to the power of the internet as well as the failure of our national school system.
I staggered out of New York City's Highline Ballroom that night awash in a sea of conflicting emotions. Was I to accept that the era of the enlightened MC was over? Am I merely an old fuddy-duddy whom should be put out to pasture in my own whining corner of the internet? Are ALL of today's children under the age of 25 years old H-E-Double-Hockey-Sticks bent on being gay? I don't know.
My Lil B concert experience was both empowering (NOTE: Because his entire cult-like following is internet based) and frightful (NOTE: Because his entire cult-like following is internet based). All I know is that, hate him OR L.O.V.E. him, Lil B cannot be stopped. He is a cult of personality. He is a star! It is what it is.
BONUS:
The sipping of Lil B's Four Loko flavored Kool-Aid® has lead to a rash of ritualistic symbolic human sacrifices @ his live performances where otherwise reasonable (?) young men in filthy VANS sneakers have been compelled to offer up their bitches to the "BASEDGOD" in the hopes of pleasing his highness and remaining in his good favor.
In the above video wifey's clearly deranged little brother (NOTE: True story. That's really my miniature brother-in-law. I mean, would I admit to such an unflattering association were it NOT true? Exactly) tosses the living dead carcass of his "bitch" onto the Highline Ballroom stage during last week's revival and ... well ... in a post interview, suggests some other women in his life whom he is more than willing to allow Lil B to fizzuck as well. Smh. Just press play.
BONUS. BONUS:
In the above video wifey's clearly deranged little brother (NOTE: True story. That's really my miniature brother-in-law. I mean, would I admit to such an unflattering association were it NOT true? Exactly) tosses the living dead carcass of his "bitch" onto the Highline Ballroom stage during last week's revival and ... well ... in a post interview, suggests some other women in his life whom he is more than willing to allow Lil B to fizzuck as well. Smh. Just press play.
BONUS. BONUS:
My favorite Lil B song from his extensive catalogue of hits! "SWAG! SWAG! SWAG!"
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2 comments:
This is classic lol
Thank you homie. But, trust me, words fall waaaaaaay short of truly explaining the heights of fuckery that I witnessed that night. Smh.
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