And we can talk about the show. What do you know about Erykah Badu live? If there is a diva of our day, it is Erykah. The lady rocks my world in dashiki-and-hair-wrap mode just as much as she did in her 50's belted dress, four inch heels and tight afro at the concert. She holds down. She opened for Mos Def, which I thought was a questionable order of operations until the Mighty Mos took the stage and killed it. In rolled up slacks, old penny loafers and pink striped socks. 'Ms. Fat Booty' and a moonwalking rendition of Billie Jean. I think hip hop artists are contractfully obligated to do one MJ cover at every public appearance these days.
So the concert was great. But what set the performances into the 'epic' stratosphere was their setting. The Paramount Theater. The most beautiful venue I've ever seen:
Photo by BWChicago
Art Deco porno. Excessive elegance. I was underdressed, which is a distressing occurance in the life of Caitlin. The above is the view of the stage from the nosebleeds, which is roughly where we were sitting until my enterprising boyfriend decided it wasn't good enough for up and coming A-Listers. Fast forward twenty minutes and we were in the third row, ground floor with ample room to get down for Mos Def. Thusly I am able to comment on the intricacies of his wardrobe for you, the reader at home.
You Are Very Welcome,
CD
P.S. Guess who is the newest intern at the San Francisco Bay Guardian, the defining independent alternative weekly in the United States? That'd be Caity D! Check out their culture blog , where I will ostensibly be posting to on a mega-regular basis in a few weeks.
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