Punk Ass Lil Wayne is a No Show at Monster Jam


Poor JAM’N 94.5. Just a few years ago their Monster Jams were suffering; hip-hop and R&B fans were lucky if they caught more than one artist with more than two hit songs. But in 2008 the station staged a commendable comeback with a roaring Summer Jam line-up and a subsequent pre-Halloween blowout featuring Jay-Z and Lil Wayne, only for the latter not to show up.

Actually he did show up. But due to security demands that he be frisked, hip-hop’s most notorious prima donna told the TD BankNorth Garden – as well as Boston, his fans, and every hard working person who saved money to buy expensive tickets – to go fuck themselves. I’ve interviewed Wayne three times, and this shouldn’t surprise, but for some reason it bothers me. One source close to the backstage fiasco claimed that homeboy was dusted, and that would generally be a good excuse for such paranoia, but there’s no excuse for nearly causing a riot.

As much as I deplore the mini sluts and their drunken suburban boyfriends who filled the crowd, I don’t enjoy seeing anyone’s fun crushed. No doubt this was a first concert for a lot of kids, and I can only hope that they’ll continue supporting live music after being elbowed by their hip-hop idol. This was a disgrace for the entire rap establishment, and it shouldn’t be forgotten soon. Wayne didn’t just forget where he came from, he forgot who helped him get where he’s gotten, and that’s even worse.   

I’d love to say that Jay-Z saved the day. After all, Hova did emerge after a hostile wait with an hour-and-a-half long set stuffed with enough hits to quell both young materialists and weathered Brooklyn rap traditionalists such as myself: “What do you want? I got 50 hits or I got 100,” he said. But a lot of kids didn’t care; one bitch next to my friend complained: “Who cares about old ass Jay-Z – Wayne is our rock star.” It’s too bad, really, because Hova might be hip-hop’s last distinguished gentleman. His soldiering performance this past night was proof positive that he’s not just the King of New York, but of hip-hop as a whole. He would never turn his back on fans, and that’s why he’ll be lamping long after Wayne is found overdosed in a hotel room.   

In a collateral tragedy, Akrobatik and Jadakiss – two talents ten times the size of Lil Wayne – were backstage. I know the practical answer to this rhetorical gesture, but why couldn’t they come out and rock? In fact – why aren’t cats like them the ones getting radio burn and murdering arenas in the first place? Maybe now that Boston’s “number one place for hip-hop and R&B” has witnessed what a spoiled lil’ shit Weezy truly is, they won’t beat listeners to death with his superficial intellectuality. But I’m sure that won’t be the case.  


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