I wonder how many cancer
cells I’ve caused myself holding in what I really want to say. Men get to be “offended” all the while
still putting their knees in my back while I’m wearing a bikini coming from the
neighborhood pool party. But yawl
offended.
The good news is, great Bay
Area weather and an abundance of fun set my entire weekend OFF. The Bay was turnt. Yes because D’Angelo was in concert and
it was opening night. YES because
Dave Chapelle was playing across the bridge at the Fillmore and I had
tickets. YES because the Warriors
were playing. AND my momma was
there. The concert seemed that much more sweet after the one point loss. People danced away their sorrows to the
sound of the Black Messiah.
And it was the first time
I’d seen the show. We’ve been in
rehearsals for 3 weeks and our boy likes to burn the midnight oil. Anyone who knows me knows 10:30pm is
about my limit. I falls asleep
ANYWHERE. After the first week of
sleeping on the studio couch (gross and gross cuz I’m a germanphobe), sleeping
on the studio FLOOR (like I was camping), back and hips all hurting like a 40
year old should, I decided I wasn’t going to be able to make rehearsals. That said, the show reached far beyond
my expectations. I also didn’t
notice over the past 3 weeks that this dude has been working his ASS off. Like a whole different person showed up
to the Fox Theater than the person I saw bleary eyed at 4 am while I staggered
out of the studio 18. Maybe I
can’t see.
The Town was off the chain. The funniest man of our time, Dave Chapelle came from overtime about 10 deep – one being Neal Brennan. Now THAT’S a power couple. Goapele. Martin Luther. Chaka. Bobby Seale. Yes. Bobby Black Panther Power to the People Seale. What a wonderful evening after all was said and done. A great beginning to a fantastic tour. I remember why I like it so much.
Today I wore my good tight
pants to work. They wasn’t
offended no more.
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