I'd been on my own all day, and as I walked to the stage, I ran into a bloke called Caleb, a black guy from Phoenix. Turns out, he is as big an Outkast fan as me - when I asked him what songs he was hoping for the first one he named was Hootie Hoo. Not sure if that was big back in 1994 but that's about as obscure an Outkast album cut as you can get. I was also with a group of people, and they were also so stoked for me, loved my back story, really respected it and not in an joking way, as most people here have done, which is so cool. Me and Caleb were rapping songs in the lead-up, SpottieOttie, Aquemini, Hootie Hoo, ATLiens, 13th Floor. And you guys too. I post like an idiot here all the time but to read posts like Bomac's, about being excited to hear my thoughts post-gig, means a lot.
I was about 10 metres back
Here's their set
B.O.B.
Gasoline Dreams
ATLiens
Skew it on the Bar-B
Rosa Parks
Da Art of Storytellin pt 1
Aquemini
SpottieOttieDopalicious
Ms Jackson
Big Boi solo - Kryptonite I'm on it, Ghettomusick, The Way You Move
Three Stacks solo - Vibrate, She Lives in My Lap, Prototype, Hey Ya!
Hootie Hoo
Crumblin Erb
Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik
Players Ball
Elevators
Roses
So Fresh So Clean
International Players Anthem
The Whole World
Now first things first - I managed to avoid most of the coverage of weekend one. Didn't watch the stream, didn't look at the hip-hop thread, didn't read reviews, scrolled past facebook posts and tweets. I of course saw a few and heard a few comments, and I knew most everyone was disappointed.
Maybe this weekend was better than last weekend, I don't know. BUT THEY FUCKING KILLED THE SHIT. None of the above tempered my expectations and hopes (which were astronomically high) but I wasn't worried. I knew they would pull it off. Why? Because they're fucking Outkast. They're the best there is in hip-hop. The second I saw that it was gonna be a full live band I knew it was going to be fucking awesome. And it was.
Of all the songs to come out to, THEY COME OUT TO MOTHERFUCKING BOMBS OVER BAGHDAD. It's like, "ohh hey, we're Outkast, remember us? Remember how we were once the most important and biggest rap group on the planet? One of a miniscule number of artists who were critically acclaimed and also massively popular at the same fucking time? Yeah, we are the fucking best, and we're gonna fucking remind you how fucking good we are by blowing your motherfucking faces off in the first two fucking seconds."
I won't go through every song, I'm sitting at the computers and I'm pretty wrecked and my drink is running out, and otherwise I'll be here for another two hours. But I'll keep writing.
I saw Big Boi back in 2010, and it fucking ruled. But I really can't explain how unbelievable it is to see him paired with Andre 3000. In my opinion 3000 is the greatest rapper there has ever been. Probably no one here will share that opinion but for me it's true. He can rap fast, slow, sing, change his pitch. He can rap hard-ass motherfucking verses like on BOB and Gasoline Dreams (WHAT A FUCKING START, MY FUCKING GOD) and then he can slow it down and reflect on life like on Elevators and Storytellin.
I felt fucking horrible for Stacks because the crowd fucking sucked. They didn't give him the cheers, the clapping, the respect that he craved, and it was obvious. He tried to lift the crowd and didn't get much and said 'whatever' a few times. It was heartbreaking for me, because it was such an amazing set and at 38 years old he's still as fucking sharp as he has ever been. It broke my fucking heart to see him rap amazing verses like the one on Aquemini and only get polite applause and cheers in return.
Da Art of Storytellin pt 1, for those that don't know, is my favourite Outkast song. And when it started, that warm, deep, anxious, contemplative, spacey beat, I sort of half-collapsed in amazement. It was the one expectation that I tempered - they may not play Storytellin. Be prepared to accept that. So it came as a surprise and I lost myself in it. It's an incredible song. Big Boi the playa who gets a blowjob from a hot girl but couldn't fuck her because his baby mumma called. And then Andre, the lovelorn stargazer whose heart broke when the girl of his Oscar Wilde dreams died from a heroin overdose, baby two months due.
Hearing Storytellin for me was like hearing Weird Fishes/Arpeggi. Like hearing Where the Streets Have No Name. Like hearing Jungleland. Like hearing Race for the Prize. Like hearing All My Friends. Like theoretically hearing Life on Mars? or Brain Damage/Eclipse.
When I saw the horns wheeled out on stage, I said to Caleb that we were going to get SpottieOttie. I didn't know for sure, but again, I didn't doubt it for a second. This was Outkast. And they were never going to let me down. They brought out Sleepy Brown (who also sang his parts from Way You Move, Southernplaya, Players Ball and So Fresh So Clean). I hoped he would be here and he was. Sadly they cut it off after Sleepy Brown, but I don't want to whinge about that. There was more than enough there for us super fans.
The solo parts were cool as well and didn't last that long. Ghettomusick ruled, to hear the beat from Vibrate was insane, that beat is fucking wicked. She Lives in My Lap was the song that Andre was most visibly annoyed with the crowd. I was so angry because I know how big of a deal it is for Andre to do this again. You only need to listen to his verse on Sorry with TI that was only released like 16 months ago to understand that. And I could almost see him thinking "fuck this man. They don't love this. Have I made the wrong decision?" I was gutted, but it was still amazing.
The Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik stretch was so awesome. (Also Aquemini, the title track, was unbelievable, very nearly the highlight. During it they played inside this cube thing, and they told us stories about how when they were starting out they used to rap around a kitchen table, so they walked around a kitchen table rapping the verses (which are some of the best you will ever find in hip-hop. All four verses are fucking jaw-dropping, mind-blowing) and the music sounded amaaaaaaazing.
Elevators was fucking sensational. Admittedly you do lose a bit of the subtlety of it live, that introspective woodblock-knock beat is swallowed up live, but they adapted it well, and again, to hear Andre rap those immortal lines .... "true I got more fans than the average man but not enough loot to last me to the end of the week" .... was a true fucking privilege. Like hearing Bruce sing "they wind up wounded, not even dead". Like hearing Bono sing "it's all I can do". Like hearing Thom Yorke sing "I hit the bottom and escape". Like hearing James Murphy sing "you can sleep on the plane or review what you said". Like theoretically hearing Bowie sing "it's the best-selling show" or Roger Waters sing "and everything under the sun is tune".
Roses, along with Hey Ya!, is a song that I have loved dearly for 11 years, and I have rapped it a million times, from my bedroom, to my car, to parties, to nightclubs across the world. When people hear it, they send me texts, facebook posts, tweets, saying "I heard Roses/Hey Ya! and thought of you!!!!!!!!" And it was even fucking better live, horns, Andre smiling, Big Boi killing his verse, the "better come back down to Mars" and "crazy bitch" bits. Intl Players Anthem was a huge surprise and sounded fucking amazing with horns and the awesome female backup singers and The Whole World was a great closer with Killer Mike (damned if I wasn't slightly bummed they brought him out a song earlier and they ripped into Snappin & Trappin - "our shit don't mix like llao and lukewarm water ... I oughta duct tape your infant daughter ... one motherfucking verse already it's a classic ... attempted murder dick for ways I choke chicks spit it in her eye make it hard to focus").
I truly loved it. There's a video coming of me rapping along to Storytellin. I did my best to pump up the crowd. I tried to get their attention but failed, but that's okay. The performance was enough. I'm going to try and get in contact with them to tell them how much it meant to me.