Now…back to your regularly scheduled disgraceful programming. I probably sound like a broken record when I gripe about the late starts as the late rap stars get a second wind by way of the club concerts, but Too Short lowered the “tardy to the party” bar with his 2:02 a.m. performance at the Marquee Friday night. That time of morning is actually the best hour for his filthy lyrics. Even still, folks who were stopping through should have been given some sort of advanced notice that it would be a graveyard shift show. I got there at midnight – which means I had to break out the solitaire and Candy Crush throwbacks. I perched in an empty VIP booth and wasn’t the least bit bothered as time eased by. Then I felt a rumbling of the table when they announced Too Short was in the building. I didn’t know what was happening. I looked down towards my left and saw that a poor thing had curled and gone to sleep – and was knocked out the whole time I was sitting there. She was clearly a fan from way back, but her sleep pattern has clearly changed since she was in her prime of club hopping. Actually, in all of my ratchetness I don’t remember us keeping zombie hours like the millennial savages, but it’s what it is.
Anyway, let’s get on with the show. It was exactly what you think it was – him saying the b-word all night long and a level of vulgarity that I don’t know how I accepted when he was in style. I will give Short this: he gave a full 30-minute medley. And that was plenty for me. Short brought out a nice chunk of reformed hoodrats who decided they wanted to hear the music from their glory days. If you saw a sleepy faced co-worker on Saturday or your church seat neighbor was more groggy than usual, I’d put money on her being at the show. Listen, I’m not naming names, but there were some women of a certain age who’d be the last you’d expect to be turning up in the building. I knew they were out of their element when they kept using “off the chain.”
