the drake concert.

turnt up.
literally.
the last time my ear drums hurt like that was in seattle at a sold out seahawks game.
drake has all these heavy bass laden tracks, but then he has all these slow songs so the volume in the arena kept fluctuating. 
jhene aiko, had about fifteen thousand female voices singing along to her lyrics made me pay a little more attention to parts of songs i usually just nod to the beat to or sing along once the hook comes in.
i was like:
if all these girls are singing this, i might want to listen.
i'd seen her before when she opened for nas.
i think i was too juiced and overcome with anticipation, i couldn't attentively to some girl i'd never heard of.
i also was not single then.
but yeah.
she's pretty fine.
and.
based on what she was singing, and what i youtubed.
oj and jose? okay, she sounds like my chick.
but yeah.
the show was money well spent.
it was dumping in east oakland.
i braved it without a jacket nor an umbrella. 
i've been working so damn hard, it was just good to be out and about.
on a tuesday.
[even though i missed a zadie smith interview on pbs radio.]
the next day i was humming furthest thing.
just humming.
no lyrics.
and one of my fifth graders was like, i know that song.
i told her she didn't.
[its not even a single!]
she argued.
i asked for the artist name.
she couldn't figure it out.
at first.
she asked me to hum it again.

drake!
what you know about that?!?!
you went to the concert, huh?!!?
how you know there was a concert?!?!
my sister went, too.

and that's probably the hard part being anywhere near 30 [or past it] and admitting you like drake: you have to come to terms with the fact that:
you now have something in common with 9 and 10 year olds.
which, by the way, was a present demographic at the concert!
even elementary school students be mobbin on the low.
apparently.