So, the post I wanted to do Saturday, before I got carried away.
Saw Mint Condition and Maze on Friday. Mint didn’t put on a great show. I saw them do a better one in a hotel ballroom in 2000, but they weren’t bad. Plus, it was hot as Hades. I can’t knock ’em for mailing it in a bit.
Maze, as expected, ripped it. It was about the same show as we saw in Atlanta, but it was dope. Special props to the guitar player, who ripped the solo on “Golden Time of Day” while hunting the front few rows for post-show Stellas. Good job he did.
Now, Frankie’s got that charisma. And, as is typically the case at R&B concerts, the large women were the ones having the best time. By the end of the show, folks had come from the lawn to the front row (we were on the second row). About 60 percent of them were women over size 16.
They came, and they danced. They came and they screamed Frankie!!! in a voice approaching a shrill. They blocked the aisle, which was surely a fire hazard. They got their money’s worth.
More accurately, they got my money’s worth. Them seats me and my fiancee had were more expensive. They were cutting into our dancing room, as my man Mark noted.
So then the show ended. Frankie, who was sweating like a greatly underpaid laborer, wiped his face with a white towel and threw it in the front row.
This woman in the front row caught the towel. If you click on it, you can see the towel in her hand, right next to what appears to be some bottled Bacardi concoction. On her body is some combination of jungle floral something and what appears to be cheetah print. If not cheetah, then some other animal that could both outrun and maul you.
Now, she didn’t just catch the towel. She pushed people to get that towel, even though it was thrown right at her. She pushed a dude, who then fell into my fiancee. And I promise, he threw it right at her. I saw the towel fly. Next thing I knew, my lady was stumbling.
That ain’t right.
Now, here’s my question–why is it that big black women have more fun at concerts than anyone else? This ain’t the first time I’ve seen this. If somebody’s singing, big black women are loving it. Whoever’s singing is singing to them. And don’t let it be a big singer. Luther, Gerald, Barry…the big women love them.
Why is that? What does it for them? Or, if it applies, you?
I mean, they rushed the stage for “Before I Let Go.” They were in force, man. And, like I said, shawty knocked a grown man down. All for a sweaty towel.
So, can someone explain why they have so much more fun than everyone else?
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This is why I stick to Dave Matthews concerts.
Well, that and you can’t wear a hat into a hip-hop show. I go nowhere without my Brewers cap. I wear that bitch to my friends’ wedding receptions, and they’re cool with it.
Yo Bo, can’t really trip on people coming from the cheap seats to the good ones up front when the opportunity arises. The pushing and shoving is uncalled for, but I seem to remember two young negros making there way to fiddy dollar and up seats from the lawn at Hot 107.9 Birthday Bash ’02. As for women and concerts, it’s not that it’s big women going crazy, it’s LONELY women. Are alot of big women also lonely? May be a correlation between the two.
You are correct, Bobo. We had a great time when we crashed the seats. However, it was raining, so we had extenuating circumstances. And we were actually in seats. These suckers were just in the way.
Big women have a better time because they are less worried about being “cute” than enjoying themselves. I mean, they aren’t going to get any smaller if they stay in the back, so….let it rip!
It aint just Concerts…
You aint lived until youve worked a Plus sized sista’s bachelorette party…
or her Birthday party…
or her promotion party…
They live hard…they love hard…they GO hard.
Why…cause they can…
What are YOU gonna do about it?
nothing. Its their world..were just living in it.
WMD, something about scar tissue breaking up and making it sore. It’s a pretty down low subject. That’s how Yost works, and it’s annoying as shit.
Mint will be in Phoenix with Boyz II Men, En Vogue and H Town for July 4. I would go if I were in town if En Vogue and Boyz II Men had their original line ups.
But to the topic …
This is a big girl’s moment!!! Almost every other moment devoted to urban music dismisses them. But these older dudes let them know that they still matter! And they feed off of that because they’ve been holding so much in for so long! It really is like giving a cracker to someone who’s been on a fast.
So um, DP…are you and Bo saying that those type of women “do it big?”
—Sorry, I couldn’t resist the pun. And that one also.
But really, I don’t understand it either. And they will look at you funny if you stand your ground and don’t let them get the position they’ve jockeyed for.
—Brew City…what’s up with Rickie Weeks’ wrist again mane.
Don’t sleep on the Big Girls! Like Chris Rock said….”they got some good pussy up under all that meat”!!!!
I apologize for my previous crass remark. Thick Madams have a way about themselves, because they have accepted themselves. I personally find a woman who is secure with herself a turn on in addition to a lil’something extra to hold on to.