Tech N9ne concert, number 11.

Anyone who knows me, knows I absolutely adore Tech N9ne.

Last night I went to one of his concerts, making it my eleventh.

My only regret is not getting in the crowd when I had the chance. I love Tech N9ne, but I was wearing flip flops, and well....you understand why I want to keep my toes?

Let me start by saying, the concert was nothing short of amazing. But his concerts are always amazing, so there's no surprise there.

Among doing his own music, he did a little tribute to Michael Jackson. I loved it. Moonwalk and everything. Priceless.

Watching the concert from the back is a whole new experience. I have never not been in the crowd at one of his concerts. As a matter of fact, I have never not been in the front row at one of his concerts.

It's completely different. You see everything back there. All the failed attempts at dancing. It's amusing, but at the same time, I can't help but envy them for being able to cut loose when they look so damned ridiculous doing it. And they don't even care.
(No alcohol present, so it can't be contributed to that. They really didn't care...)

There was one girl who could actually dance fairly well. She traveled around the room from guy to guy, moving on when they couldn't dance well enough for her liking. (that's the way it seemed anyways, maybe not. That was my take.)

She finally settled on two guys. Both of which, obviously, could dance well enough for her to stick around. Within minutes, she was sandwiched between the two of them, whispering in their ears, and having the time of her life.

The reason I mention this is because, minutes before she approached them, they were hanging all over each other. Yes, they were gay. And she was completely oblivious.

Another girl walked by wearing a shirt that said, and I quote. "Sorry, I don't do Gangster."
This was hilarious more than anything.

Tech N9ne has this song called "Areola". They know what they're doing with that song. Of course when you have a song about nipples, girls are going to lift their shirts. (Slutty girls, that is.)

In this case, the flasher of the night was a child. I say she was a child because I perceived her to be no older than seventeen. Eighteen at most.

After sitting on someone's shoulders with her shirt up for the entire song, she was brought on stage. At which point she grabbed Tech's microphone and said..and again, I am quoting the dumbass. "You know you want my shit."

My shit? Who the hell talks like that? Moving on...

He laughed, took the mic back and said,

"How old are you?"
"It don't even matter." She says. Obviously she isn't of age. Otherwise, it wouldn't matter if she said it, right?
Finally, she says. "I'm 21, ya dig?"

Again, WHO THE HELL TALKS LIKE THAT? No, I don't dig. Do I have a shovel, dumbass? Do I understand? Why yes, I understand you claim you're 21. But you aren't. Any idiot can see that.

This back and forth went on for a few more minutes, while Krizz Kaliko stood to the right of the staging saying over and over again, "She ain't twenty one." In his sweet melodic voice. :)

No seriously, he was practically singing it. Haha.

Some more obscenities were passed back and forth. Ones I would rather not post on my blog. Eventually, she flashed the crowd of course. That was the whole point in bringing her up there in the first place.

The point is, are there any girls left in this world who have any self-respect? She made herself look like a complete moron before show a crowd of hundreds her underage boobs.

She was a slut. But sluts are everywhere, this does not surprise me. I just wonder, where the hell are their parents? I predict an std or unwanted pregnancy before she actually IS 21.

And one more thing, since I failed to mention him. I loved Kutt Calhoun's performance of Smilin' Faces. Love love love that song.



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