The Outtakes, Part Two
Okay, part two of the outtakes is to part one as this completely unnecessary Texas Chainsaw Massacre re-make sequel is to the terrible remake. That is, this is the prequel. I found my notes from Sean Paul's performance at the BJC back in September. As I typed them back, I found that they're very similar to the actual review published in the paper. I guess I had the foresight to try writing the review as it went along, since I'd only have about a half hour to an hour to type it out once I got back to the newsroom that night. So anyway, enjoy.
Bubba Sparxxx
The crowd erupted as the lights went out...and quieted after they came back on five minutes later, Bubba Sparxxx nowhere to be seen.
A half hour later, the show went on. The crowd bounced to Bubba's bass-heavy Dirty South hip-hop as Sparxxx half-heartedly lip-synched to a backing track. However, the energy escalated when Sparxxx invoked the crowd's hatred for Notre Dame and dedicated the upbeat, Timbaland-produced single "Deliverance" to the Penn State football team.
Sparxxx played to the crowd's wishes when he queued up "Ms. New Booty" to close out his abbreviated set. Every woman in the crowd stood and shook her moneymaker for the most inane chorus in rap. Every song in Sparxxx's set was ended with the same explosion sound effect. It was the exclamation point on a set that was more comical than musical.
In between sets, a couple uninspired DJs made the same reference to Notre Dame, and Penn State's number-two party school ranking they did before the show, then threw out free swag to the crowd. It was reminscient of some lame middle school pep rally, except I've never seen couples grinding at any of those.
Sean Paul fans got treated to an indecipherable MC who shouted out directions like a European dictator--and that was just the warm-up. Shortly thereafter, Sean da Paul was getting the crowd hyped with his upbeat hit "Like Glue" while a full band and camo-clad backup dancers did their thing behind him.
Paul's energy extended deep into his set. I'd compare him to Speedy Gonzalez, but I don't remember any episodes where Speedy sported cornrows, bling, or a Jamaican accent. Every song in the set flowed seamlessly into the next, with few breaks.
It's hard to judge the technical merit of a live show by Sean Paul, since if he forgot any words, no one would be able to tell the difference. It probably wouldn't have mattered much to last night's crowd anyway, as the Jamaican hit machine kept everyone on the floor on their dancing toes.
The authoritarian MC interjected when Paul needed a break. He apparently suffers from severe short-term memory loss, as he asked roughly 586 times where the "sexy ladies" were. Someone also needs to send a press release to Jamaica telling them that nobody does the peace sign anymore. When implored to do so during "Never Gonna Be the Same," the crowd awkwardly used the finger symbol that was last popular around the same time as bell bottoms and The Carpenters.
But Paul drove the point home, doing his best Bob Marley impression (which wasn't very good) with a slow beat and an acoustic guitar. The crowd was seemingly unenthused; they came for the hits. Paul saved his biggest ones for last, sending the audience home happy.
Bubba Sparxxx
The crowd erupted as the lights went out...and quieted after they came back on five minutes later, Bubba Sparxxx nowhere to be seen.
A half hour later, the show went on. The crowd bounced to Bubba's bass-heavy Dirty South hip-hop as Sparxxx half-heartedly lip-synched to a backing track. However, the energy escalated when Sparxxx invoked the crowd's hatred for Notre Dame and dedicated the upbeat, Timbaland-produced single "Deliverance" to the Penn State football team.
Sparxxx played to the crowd's wishes when he queued up "Ms. New Booty" to close out his abbreviated set. Every woman in the crowd stood and shook her moneymaker for the most inane chorus in rap. Every song in Sparxxx's set was ended with the same explosion sound effect. It was the exclamation point on a set that was more comical than musical.
In between sets, a couple uninspired DJs made the same reference to Notre Dame, and Penn State's number-two party school ranking they did before the show, then threw out free swag to the crowd. It was reminscient of some lame middle school pep rally, except I've never seen couples grinding at any of those.
Sean Paul fans got treated to an indecipherable MC who shouted out directions like a European dictator--and that was just the warm-up. Shortly thereafter, Sean da Paul was getting the crowd hyped with his upbeat hit "Like Glue" while a full band and camo-clad backup dancers did their thing behind him.
Paul's energy extended deep into his set. I'd compare him to Speedy Gonzalez, but I don't remember any episodes where Speedy sported cornrows, bling, or a Jamaican accent. Every song in the set flowed seamlessly into the next, with few breaks.
It's hard to judge the technical merit of a live show by Sean Paul, since if he forgot any words, no one would be able to tell the difference. It probably wouldn't have mattered much to last night's crowd anyway, as the Jamaican hit machine kept everyone on the floor on their dancing toes.
The authoritarian MC interjected when Paul needed a break. He apparently suffers from severe short-term memory loss, as he asked roughly 586 times where the "sexy ladies" were. Someone also needs to send a press release to Jamaica telling them that nobody does the peace sign anymore. When implored to do so during "Never Gonna Be the Same," the crowd awkwardly used the finger symbol that was last popular around the same time as bell bottoms and The Carpenters.
But Paul drove the point home, doing his best Bob Marley impression (which wasn't very good) with a slow beat and an acoustic guitar. The crowd was seemingly unenthused; they came for the hits. Paul saved his biggest ones for last, sending the audience home happy.
posted by Kevin A. Doran at 2:23 AM
1 Comments:
thanks for the link.
your last three posts have been great.
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