That’s right, ladies…you’ve got about 1 ½ laps around the Galleria and Gen X before you will miss out on the opportunity to be so fresh and clean at the Verizon Wireless Riverport on Sunday afternoon (Jun. 12). I’m willing to bet there aren’t two pairs of the “Jesus Julius Caesar/Roman Soldier” sandals in any one store from here to Fairview Heights. Folks have been calling me (and anyone even loosely affiliated with ANY media outlet) begging for tickets since January. While I’m totally underwhelmed by the e-mails campaigns from grown men all-but offering special services for select seats, but the folks at the Hot should be thrilled. Nobody really even knew who was coming until week before last and yet the begging brigade was in full force. So you know what that means…in the few short years it’s been going on, Super Jam has become such a brand that people will regardless. I know Boogie D would be cheesing so tough that we could see it from Philly if he heard how the folks in STL are still chattering about it. Who am I kidding? Everybody knows that Boogie D doesn’t smile. I still love him though. And I’m thrilled that the Hot 104.1 fam is working to keep the block hot on the super jam tip and on Sunday we’ll be doing it all again. It had been swirling around everybody’s mind who they were going to tap to headline, and when they said Wiz Khalifa (thanks Kevin Johnson for the hint via The Blender) I was surprised and thrilled.
Surprised because I didn’t know that the masses of STL soulfuls were digging him as tough as they are. And thrilled (even though I’m disgusted with his…um…extracurricular activities and the fact that he doesn’t always necessarily look washed up) because the folks are loving up on a hip-hop star that can actually use his rap flow voice during a job interview. Every time I hear him rhyme I say “you better go ‘head and annunciate every syllable properly… ‘ings’ and all” and tickle myself to death.
I’m eager to see what his large scale stage show will be like and I’ll be sure to give the seven or so black folks under the age of 38 (yes, there will be some 35 and ups looking like hospice care castaways compared to the rest of the audience) who don’t stop through.