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Friday, October 29, 2010

Throwin' Down with Big Boi at the Yorktown

Last night Patriots Point lit up with the very much-anticipated Big Boi and MSTRKRFT show. Reggae and dancehall group Dub Island, which I missed because no cabs were available, and a solo act by the name of Jake Troth preceded the two headlining acts. I was able to catch the last four songs by Troth, and personally they were garbage—Sam Sparro without the talent. Throughout the crowd that was eagerly building for Big Boi there were muddles of “Who the hell is this guy?”

Although he didn’t close the Throwdown, Big Boi was definitely the main attraction, which was made evident by the crowd’s zealous response when he appeared on stage, wearing black head-to-toe, highlighted by some tasteful shades and a couple chains. Blackowned C-Bone and DJ Swiff were alongside providing the supplemental MC skills and beats, respectively. Both of which have been with OutKast since the early days.

The show itself was nothing short of an absolute crowd pleaser with Big Boi and C-Bone strutting across the stage, seeming like the coolest guys on the planet (I came to find out after the show, they are). In front of the stage it was a hot mess, the overwhelmingly Caucasian mass doing their best to get their hip-hop on, and Big Boi took notice. After the show he mentioned, “everyone [was] enjoyin’ the show,” humble, because there was energy for weeks in that crowd. The show featured some OutKast favorites including “Bombs Over Baghdad,” “So Fresh, So Clean,” and “Ms. Jackson,” on all of which C-Bone did Andre 3000 justice. Since it was a Big Boi show the set list included “Kryptonite,” a Purple Ribbon All Stars Track, and Boi’s latest solo single “Shutterbug.”

After the set, thanks to my good pal Monik hookin' it up with an all access press pass, I was able to kick it on the bus with Big Boi, C-Bone, and Swiff. Needless to say, we're all best bros now and we've been Tweeting @eachother all day. Got to know the guys a little better, the tour takes them to Europe next week, so I was like, "Yo, Antwan (Big Boi and I are on a first name basis) hit me with your #1 European chill spot." He takes a second, mulls it over, then BOOM, Mallorca! At that moment I knew I would spend the rest of my life striving to achieve the move-makin,' ballin' machine status of my Boi 'Twan. After that I was like, "Yo Swiff, same question, playa." He laid it down real smooth saying he loved London for the Victoria & Albert museum and that he was a huge fan of Van Gogh and Amsterdam. A 45-minute discussion on post-impressionist art ensued. I would have asked C-Bone the same question, but he was in the back of the bus gettin' his grown man on, also I needed to check out the rest of the Throwdown.

The night's closer was Canadian electro-duo MSTRKRFT. To classify their brand of electronic music I would describe it as the grimiest house music ever, and I mean that in the best way possible. Just as an aside, I asked Big Boi what he thought of MSTRKRFT and he had never heard of them. Anyways if Boi, Bone, and Swiff didn’t already get the crowd moving, Jesse and Alex made it happen, creating a sweaty dance party beneath strobe lit trees. The last time I saw MSTRKRFT their entire set was composed of hitting buttons, twisting knobs, vicious head bobs, rips of Crown straight from the bottle, and the duo blasting cigarettes throughout. What set this show apart was they had a few beers next to their Macbooks—awesome.

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