And While I’m on the topic of concerts, let me tell y’all how tough the Roots threw down at the Pageant last week. And I wasn’t expecting for the crowd to be so diverse! Every kind of folk that live in the STL had a crew at their show (black and white). You had your hippie flower children standin’ next to the hip-hop heads that were on the other side of the black to the basics. There was also what looked like a computer nerd crew; I’ll call them the Napoleon Dynamites. And they sang every kind of music too. From Bob Dylan to Talib Kweli and everyone in between. And the Roots were on stage so long that the show might still be going on right now! At about 11 p.m. they told the crowd “Alright y’all we are at the half-way point of our show” and I was like “what? I thought that this was their you have been a wonderful crowd goodnight speech.” I couldn’t hang so I had to cut out at about 11:30. And why did I get lightweight sexually harassed by a drunk man on my way to the car? He saw this van, which did look like a serial killermobile, and came up to me saying he was trying to protect me from getting abducted, because (of course) I am a beautiful black queen or some mess. Then the fool started going on about how fine I was and how he secretly loved black women, but asked me not to tell his his wife. Help. What really had me giving him the “I know you’re drunk, but you’re still about to get smacked” face, was when he asked if he could he call me sexual chocolate. I started to mace him, but he had a point.