The biggest hip-hop show to hit the STL in a minute made its way to Enterprise Center Saturday night in the form of Aubrey and The Migos. And I must say I got all of my life. Drake’s OVO protégé Roy Woods was first to hit the stage. I must say that I was beaming with STL pride when he went on and on about how Nelly was his first taste of hip-hop and “Country Grammar” was the first rap album he ever heard. Then I felt geriatric and elderly when I realized that he was only 5 years old when the record came out. I tolerated the Migos and sang along here and there. What? I didn’t play Candy Crush or go to the bathroom or anything. Now I understand that folks ride for them. They are their authentic selves – from their silky little blouses and silly sunglasses – but I’m not going to pretend like they are not regular at best, like some of y’all do. Now I will say, they make some catchy tunes, like few in the post-mumble rap but really still mumble rap generation. But that’s about all I have to give along the lines of a compliment. But I’m not the least bit mad that y’all love them like you do. I had my little guilty pleasure music – I just didn’t act like it was genius. But that Drizzy is another story. I got my whole life from his portion of the show. He wore me out with how he worked that stage nonstop. He did not come to play. I was so into the show that he served up that I didn’t realize when I was riding over to the Hush party that half of my favorite Drake jams didn’t even make the concert set list. In all honesty, Drake is one of the hardest working men in hip-hop – well in music period. I didn’t realize just how prolific he was until I thought about the fact that he did 30 songs Saturday night and has enough hits to do another 30…well at least 20. I have to say that I’m not a fan of his tattoos, but he was in great shape and repping the beard gang in the best way. I can’t say that I considered Drake attractive until Saturday night. He showed St. Louis plenty of love on stage and off too by putting a dent in Louie’s menu and hitting up Flamingo Bowl – which is mentor Lil Wayne patronized on more than one occasion during visits to St. Louis.
Anything but Hush. Niddy might need to name his rotating Hush party something else after Saturday night at The Marquee, because the secret was out and there was nothing quiet about the star-studded set. First of all, it was so ______________(insert new slang for bananas) that they had Locust Street shut all the way down from 20th to 22nd. As I was trying to find a space and thought I would end up at Union Station or The Olive Bar, I thought, “Is Drizzy up in here or something.” I was close. I heard the early lines looked like Walmart’s 50-inch Smart TV line on Black Friday. I found out why when I stepped inside and saw the Migos standing up in VIP mouthing along to their songs with an uncanny resemblance to the performance they gave fans when they hit the stage with Aubrey. And just as they were leaving the building, the one and-only Chance The Rapper was stepping in. That’s right, two separate A-listers in one night. It was epic to say the least. And don’t even get me started to naming the St. Louis stars or I will have to use the rest of Partyline for this item.
Light crowd, lovely show for Ladies night out. Me and 38 of my favorite – okay, maybe 1,038 – R&B lovers made Chaifetz Arena the place to be as we perched to listen to our favorite new jack throwbacks for the Ladies Night Out Tour starring Teddy Riley (and featuring David Hollister and two new anonymous dudes to fill out Blackstreet) and Keith Sweat. Even though he made no secret about being none too pleased with being perched back by the soundboard, DJ Kut still got it all the way in on the tables. The show got started off with Kansas City crooner Lavelle. Folks were like, “who is that?” when he was announced. But when he hit the stage, everyone (including me) was thoroughly impressed with his vocal chops and charisma. And Teddy Riley had me like “go ‘head Mr. New Jack Swing” when he gave a show within the show before Dave Hollister and the alleged Blackstreet came out. Keith Sweat was begging and whining as usual – and also as usual the folks were all the way into it.
The Memphis connection. I’m sorry, but I can no longer call it a coincidence that my favorite Memphis rap duo just so happens to be in St. Louis at the same time as a certain church denomination with headquarters in Memphis. Look, y’all can say that Koolaid has made 8Ball and MJG his annual birthday act (happy birthday Koolaid!), but this has happened outside of his birthday and I’ve counted seven of the nine years that this church’s annual convention has come to town and The Space Age Pimps have come to do a show. I’m not saying that either of them are elders or anything like that. I’m just saying it would be foolish at this point to call it a coincidence. I’m not judging. I will go to the ends of the earth to see 8Ball and MJG. And I made it my business to stay until after 3 a.m. so that I could catch every sip of their show Friday night at The Marquee.
STL doing big things. I’m in the mood to issue a few shout-outs for folks from my town doing big things – both inside the region’s limits and abroad. First, let me shout out super producer Metro Boomin’ for his debut solo album entering at number one on the Billboard 200. Yes…that’s right, the biggest album on Billboard belongs to St. Louis’ own. Also, I want to give a shout out to The Love Jones Band, who will be backing Grammy Award-nominated former Floetry songstress Marsha Ambrosious for a special guest performance on Friday, November 16 from 5-7 p.m. at BB’s. Yes, you are reading this correctly. She said it on Facebook herself – I forgave her for calling our city St. Louie considering her accent and all. If you love her soulful yodels, this will be the perfect opportunity to get up close and personal. I’m sure this show will sell out. Did I ever tell y’all about the time I ran into her mama going to town on a bag of flaming hot Cheetos in the middle of Walgreens in New Orleans during ESSENCE Festival? I saw her pop open that bag, take it to the head and answer the phone with a British accent and not lose a chip or choke to death. I was genuinely impressed to the point where I was like, “They have a Northside in Liverpool, England too!” Anyway. Can’t wait to see her daughter featured for my boo Maxwell on Thursday at Stifel – and take center stage with Love Jones at BB’s on Friday.