I’ve been feeling some concert withdrawal being far away from my brother and always too busy to come home, so there was only one thing I could do: GO TO A CONCERT! For the longest time I was still mind blown that my boyfriend had never been to a concert. After yet another conversation went by about concerts and nothing coming up from his end, I decided that I MUST bring him to one.
And what luck, one of his favorite artists was on tour: G-Eazy.
One google search later I found out that he was indeed on tour. Sadly, his LA venue was sold out, but his San Diego one was not (located in UCSD). My boyfriend nabbed a couple of tickets and a few days later they were sold out, too.
The week was slow, but finally it was Friday, March 8th—raining like a motherfucker. Driving there wasn’t too bad. Light sprinkles would hit my windshield on some stretches, but it was nice to see the ocean from the 5 freeway at some points. We ate at a Mongolian hot pot place that gave WAY too much food (which is a good thing I guess, but we were stuffed and the broth tastes kind of funky). By this time the rain started picking up and it was 15 minutes to 8pm, which was the time posted on the flyer for the start of the concert. This didn’t really discourage me though, knowing that concerts usually start WAY later than the time it says, but any hope of getting to the front is dashed for sure.
My GPS led us up to some road with lots of intersections and random branches of smaller roads here and there. I checked one lot, then another, and another…All but one lot had a pay-for-space area and it was completely full. We asked passerbys where to park and where the venue was, but some were as lost as we were. I tend to get pretty anxious when I’m lost, and I was driving to and fro with no direction whatsoever in the cold and dark and rain. Eventually I gave up trying to find a legal place to park (honestly UCSD, you guys need more accessible parking) and parked at some random lot.
The concert was at the university’s pub, which was deceivingly bigger on the inside than it was on the outside. First thing that came to mind was how the demographic is something I would usually never put myself into:
1. It’s a pub
2. It’s a Friday night
3. It’s a college
4. It’s not a classical music concert that’s for sure
Definitely. Not. My. Crowd.
(I know how tumblr is pretty butt-sensitive about “slut shaming” and all that shit, but seriously…) There were a lot of sluts: from the applying and reapplying of makeup and gossip in the bathroom to the crop-top and cheetah leggings combo to the booty shorts actually showing booty hanging out.
FINALLY the opening artist came on stage. He was some black dude named Kyle and I guess he did a decent job hyping the crowd. Nothing too special there. Second to perform was Skizzy Mars, who was the featuring artist of the concert. Once again, did a decent job. Rap isn’t really my genre of choice (actually it’s pretty down there on my list of music), but I tried to enjoy it for the sake of my time and mostly my boyfriend. At this point he didn’t seem too impressed and would rather just listen to music from a recording.
AND FINALLY, G-Eazy was on stage and sang (rapped?) mostly from his newest album Must Be Nice, but had some of his more popular hits in the mix. I knew a few of his songs’ chorus so I sang along. Overall I was pretty impressed because I usually don’t think of rap as something you can do on stage.
Adding to the slutopia of the place was the number of bras the rapper collected throughout the performance: I think about 10? He could open a Victoria Secret.
tldr; never been to a rap performance. was impressed.
Here’s my favorite song from him: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mlAll9o4O7Y