Last week I was fortunate enough to score some tickets to the Binary Star show at the venerable Foz Theater in Boulder. Being that Masters Of The Universe is one of the most underrated albums of the last 10 years, Senim Silla is one of my favorite "underground" MCs, and the chance to see a Hip Hop show at the Fox (been seeing everyone and anyone there for 15 years deep), I was pretty amped to see the gig. Real Hip Hop, son.
Mrs Commish and I set up the kiddo with a sitter and made the short trek to The Republic. We copped the tickets and asked the lady in the booth when Binary would be making their appearance. "12:30 they'll come on," she replied.
After a few quiet seconds of math in our heads, we- ahem- "discussed" the situation. It was 8:45, they were to come on at 12:30. If I know one constant between all rappers it's that they are not exactly the most punctual folks in the music business, so the 12:30 would most likely be closer to 1:00. An hour show, a few minutes to get out among the crowds, the drive through Boulder, onto the highway, back to Casa Commish, gear up for bed. Yeah,, we're talking nearly 3am. Our kiddo loves to greet the day and bleary eyed parents at 6:30am. That's three hours of sleep.
Mrs Commish gasped, "we'll have to take naps tomorrow!"
We proceeded to make our way to the local burrito shop, have a beer or two, and made our way into the show. A few minutes into the opening act, we'd had enough. The prospect of a sleepy tomorrow was too much. It was 10:30. I was in bed and fast asleep an hour later. No One Be Lo, no "Slang Blade" or "Wolfman Jack", no more $3.75 PBRs, none of that.
Somewhere the 22 year old Commish is calling me a "fucking sellout."
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