Last Night: Nas Raps Most of Illmatic at Ei8ht Lounge
So "The Genesis" begot "Halftime" which begot "The World Is Yours" which begot "It Ain't Hard to Tell." All rapid-fire, all moments where scantily-clad chicks you wouldn't assume to be hip-hop heads gave you the eyes of seduction and agreement.
Nas thanked us, highlighted the fact that Houston has some of the baddest women around and then disappeared, almost taking a congregation of people with him. I don't believe that every All-Star party would carry this sort of weird gravitas but then again, you don't know what to expect when Nasty Nas is in your area.
Personal Bias: In the span of a year I've seen Nas three times, each performance a different animal.
The Crowd: A healthy mix of baller, wanna-be-a baller and choosy women.
Overheard In the Crowd: "I'm keeping myself pure this weekend."
Overheard In My Head: No, no you're not.
Random Notebook Dump: When you read a flyer for an All-Star party, you expect to conform to a dress code. E8ght Lounge is classy and upscale with a wide patio section and heaters -- yet there was a guy inside with a Kappa Alpha Psi T-shirt on. Put my suede jacket and shoes to shame. Play on, playa.