I jumped from the pan to the fire as far as crowd sizes go when I stopped through to catch Blac Youngsta at The Marquee. It seems like every time I say to myself “Ain’t nobody comin’ to see him, he was just here two weeks ago,” the universe says, “really girl, watch this!” I’m gonna say that he’s been here three times already this year – and we are just now cracking into March. Yet somehow, he managed to pull not only his biggest crowds to date, but one of the biggest I’ve seen since the ratchet rappers started owning Friday nights at The Marquee. He had at least as many people as The Migos and Jeezy when they came through last year – and I’m not sure he’s ever had a radio hit. I don’t see what the fuss is about him as a rapper, but the savage community is fit to be tied by the thought of him. Can somebody tell me what the big deal is about crowding up on stage behind a rapper during his performance? I get it if you are his entourage – or if you’re doing something other than standing around for that matter. But to squeeze the stage so tight that the talent doesn’t have any breathing room to do the show is silly. That stage was so swamped that Blac Youngsta could barely hunch. Now Friday was so full that it could have been the only place in the building where there was any room. On that night I wouldn’t have been surprised if folks were poppin’ bottles back by the deep freezer.
