There was plenty of disappointment to go around in North Philadelphia last night:
The line for the overpriced and underwhelming concession that moved at a snail’s pace.
The man entertaining the crowd and becoming winded as the DJ played the extended version of a James Brown song.
WDAS FM radio personality Patty Jackson’s announcement:
And all the people who schlepped up to North Philly to see Erykah Badu.
Ms Badu, the main event, wasn’t at the venue, much less the state. She was stuck in the airport in Texas.
Folks were kvetching about how messed up the whole thing was. And it was. The tickets said to be there by seven. It was at 8:30 when an announcement was made that the show would begin soon, and Patty Jackson started calmly but then let ALL the Philly out.
Early July I made the decision that I wanted to experience Ms Badu live. Everyone I talked to about the concert told me she was “something else” and an event not to be missed. I prepared for the show by listening to everything Erykah Badu ever uttered a note on and picked at my patchouli plant to get the chill vibe.
The Mister even missed a preseason Cowboys game to come see the concert with me. That’s love.
Was I disappointed that Ms Badu wasn’t there? Yes. I had been singing “Baduuu, Baduuuu” all week. But she’s performing tonight and it’s like a two for one.
Last night I was introduced to Pamela “The Saxtress” Williams who makes me want to take up the sax again. That sister was bad! Apple Music has her albums available and I listened to her today.
Random comment from The Mister. Look at her arms. She must work out with Angel.
Estelle came on at 10:30. Now here is where I was annoyed. I really liked Estelle when she first came out with “American Boy”. I enjoyed her role of Delphine on Empire. And I adore her accent. But I was ti’ed. You know, so tired you can’t say the “r”. Yesterday was a busy day, a typical Thursday (my procrastination is your priority!) and I could hear my bed calling my name. Estelle slayed despite the late hour.
Tonight I’m going to dig into my patchouli again, don my neo-soul like dress and fool with a head wrap. The Mister vetoed the idea that I Febreeze yesterday’s outfit and do a second day repeater.* Then we go to dinner and bask in two hours of the glorious, creative, and ridiculously talented Badu.
*I kid! I already have a back up outfit planned.
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