Aiyana and I wanted to stand in the front which was a very ambitious and dangerous thing to do. Within minutes, my nostrils were burning with second-hand smoke of all kinds. Rowdy sleeveless college guys were all up in my personal bubble as Aiyana and I made our way to the front of the stage. We ended up six rows back from the performance area.
Stoked about getting trampled.
Childish Gambino!
Not givin' nothin'.
Things get slapping.
Harder.
I respect Childish Gambino. His rhymes were off the hook. My favorite line of his was,
"I store all my swag in storage.
With my three bears eating porridge.
Who are all these muthaf**kahs wearing orange?!"
And then there was Calvin Harris.
Aiyana and I split after ten minutes of Calvin Harris. The crowd was going nuts with crowd surfing, throwing water bottles, and moshing it up like a blender of humans.
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