Ft. Hamilton Show with NeYo - NOW we're talkin!
Since the last show at Ft. Greene left such a bad taste in my mouth (Fuck you Peter) I was amped when I got the call for this one. Opening for NeYo at Ft. Hamilton in front of a gang of troops was JUST what the doctor ordered to shake off the last shows fuckery. Got my t-shirts in to support my new single "Drinkin!!" ready for sale, made it a point to get the show times to my bro @PackFM the night before and confirmed he'd be there at least 30 min before my set time to back me up, got my pre-show shape-up, burned a couple of show cd's with blanks for back ups and everything was ready to rock. Once I got to the base and they handed me my credentials... I literally started thinking, "What could go wrong?" Well....
Your man NeYo, being the ultra professional he is, came through for sound-check like we all did. Buuut between his band and practicing with his background dancers on stage instead of in the gym, he kind of ate up all the time for the rest of us. By the time Mr. Independent got his R&B ass the fuck outta the bounced, they had to start the DJ sets and I was S.O.L. Well at least the view was good... Shouts out to DJ Cocoa Chanel
I wasn't pervin out, she just... uh... kept turning every time I hit flash! Yeah, that's right! Huh? why didn't I go around? Umm... anyway!!
The day rolled on, I did the normal artist thing... no I didn't get high and drunk! I just got my people watching on while I waited for for my dude @PackFM and my homegirl C.R. to show up. THAT turned out to be a highlight, there was a fuggin Michael Jackson impersonator walking around the crowd. I was laughing my ass off till I saw people actually rolling up to take PICS with him!
Can you imagine being so famous/missed/revered that people lone up and crowd around to take pictures with with a guy that looks like you in the middle of a show after you've passed away? That's that Elvis shit, #RIPMJ.
Well things had been running a bit too smoothly, so now that the crowd was filling in, it was prime time for the fuckery to begin. Remember my partner @PackFM and my guest C.R.? Well yeah Pack didn't remember that I had to be on stage at 5:00. So why is it at 5:01 he's nowhere in sight. I managed to get the stage manager to let a DJ spin before me to save some time. Does that help? NOPE. Because at 5:19, he's asking me via text if I have to meet him at the front gate?! Keep in mind, the entire time I'm trying to get my back-up to the stage, C.R., who also knew what time I went on, decided to blow up my phone because she's having trouble getting in. Telling me as if there was something that I could do from where I was!
So yeah, if I wasn't nervous in the beginning, guess what I am now? Pack gets to the stage just as I'm going up and on. I managed to clear my head clear in time to hit the stage and do what I do...
...but as good as I made it look, well remember what I said in the beginning? Well turns out the DJ's C.D.J. only read 3 of the 5 songs on the cd. And because I was on the phone dealing with CR and Pack's late issues, I didn't find out till it was too late, A.K.A. I was already on stage and three songs in. Had I been focused, I could have checked it. smh...
Well apparently the crowd had no idea how bad things were behind the scenes. They loved it, brought a bunch of shirts and had me taking pics and signing autographs for the rest of the night.
And before I go too far, let me just say, Ne-Yo KILLED it.
At least he didn't put ALLLLL that rehearsal he snatched from us lil guys to waste it! Hahahaha! Just kidding! (Not Really).
At the end of the day, I went home knowing that the crowd loved what they saw and again, I did the best job I could of covering up the mistakes. I may have not pulled it off the way I wanted, but things did out in the end. #Salute from Ft Hamilton yalll! On to the Next One...
