The biggest hip-hop concert of the year probably deserves more than some half-assed non-rhymes and forced pithiness, but hey, it’s our blog, and we can haiku (badly) if we want to. Blame it on the scorched earth of San Bernardino — we think it may have fried our brains.
On Lauryn Hill…
Face-down in the grass
A voice that rasps and purrs love
Life is too damn short
On A Tribe called Quest…
Q-tip live is king
Loud proud who needs oxygen?
Managing the mob
On Wu Tang Clan…
Eight mics not enough
All method but madness too
Too far from the stage
On Snoop Dogg…
Godfather for real
This is what controlled sounds like
Where are you, Nate Dogg?
