This is a review of Kendrick Lamar’s “Kunta Groove Sessions” at Terminal 5 in NYC on November 2, 2015. This critique is independent of the chatter surrounding the Complex article. I tried to make this short as possible but it’s still long; feck you.
Original tickets to the show at Webster Hall sold out within minutes, with black market prices reaching $400. feck that. By an act of providence, I got an email alert notifying me the concert had been moved to Terminal 5. I snagged a ticket at face value of $80 with the quickness, as a real G would.
Fast forwarding to the night of the event, I arrived at the venue, only to be greeted by a line that wrapped around 3 sides of a Midtown Manhattan block. So much for the idiotic suggestion that Kendrick’s popularity was overstated. Rolling solo I had nothing better to do than note the composition of the crowd (artsy hipster kinds of all races), and eavesdrop conversations around me (the couple in front of me had no tickets, but heard door tickets were available). Shoutout to the dude casually hawking weed brownies.
As we near the venue, some guys offer a pair of free tickets. The couple in front of me asks for them and gets them. I’m happy for them. We get to the ticket scanner. They were given fakes. I curse the progeny of the guys that passed on fake tickets, dashing the couple’s hopes. My shits worked, so I’m good. 5 minutes and a Tanqueray and Tonic later, I’m ready to go. All the single women I see here don’t look like they are willing to get down. Guaranteeing my focus tonight will be on the music 100%. Schoolboy Q, Ab Soul and SZA’s music are being played on the speakers.
At 9 PM the DJ comes on stage, introduces himself and brings out Jay Rock. I shall admit, I have not listened to much of his music. I loved his verse on Money Trees, but I felt he didn’t come hard enough on Money Trees Deuce. Still, I eagerly awaited his set, and he didn’t disappoint. You know the wack rappers that can’t get the crowd hyped on the merit of their music, energy and performance alone, so they start asking the crowd to jump and scream and shit? Not Jay Rock; he dragged us kicking and screaming into a good mood.
His set:
Money Trees Deuce
Necessary
Easy Bake
Hood Gone Love It
Gumbo
His verse off YG’s “I Just Wanna Party”
The Ways
Vice City
Unfortunately Kendrick didn’t perform any of his verses on Jay’s shit. I thought “Hood Gone Love It” was a Jeezy song. I’m a retard. His story at the beginning of “The Ways” was funny as hell; imagine Biggie at the end of “I got a story to tell”. He has me sold at Vice City; big booty bitches gon be the death of Yours Truly also. Weed smoke is ascending from the crowd. Every song had the crowd moving. I’m convinced now. Jay Rock is the truth. It pains me how he was the pacesetter for TDE yet doesn’t get his due props. I hope he gets his soon. If this review wasn’t about Kendrick Lamar I’d expound more on Jay’s set. I’m definitely buying the album to support. He finishes his set to great applause, and we’re all primed for Kendrick now.
The stage rearrangement takes about 15 minutes. When the curtains are lifted a drum set and piano are visible on the stage. It takes another 15 minutes for the musicians to come out and take their places. I count a pianist, bassist, guitarist and drummer. They start riffing to some 70s tune as the lights come on. A giant neon arrow with the inscribed words “PIMPS ONLY” hangs over the stage.
Kendrick comes out, to deafening applause and cheering. Chants of “Kendrick” fill the room. He’s wearing a black sweater over black sweatpants. No bling or accessories. He’s still rocking the cornrows he had in the album art. His plainness doesn’t detract from the larger than life command and self-confidence he exerts over the crowd and band.
He comes to the mic and makes to speak, but pulls back from the mic; this drives the crowd mad. He does this several times, teasing the tension in the room to the point where it can be cut with a knife. On his 4th trip to the mic, he’s about to pull away when he shouts,
“THIS DICK”
And the crowd shouts back…
“AIN’T FOR FREE!!!”
fecking tease.
The band snaps into a scat jazz interpolation of “For Free”. The concert starts.
List Set
For Free??
Wesley’s Theory
Institutionalized
Backseat Freestyle
Swimming Pools
These Walls
For Sale
Hood Politics
Complexion
Bitch Don’t Kill My Vibe
Money Trees
Interlude
M.A.A.D. City
U
Interlude
King Kunta
Momma
I
Intro to How Much a Dollar Cost
Blacker the Berry
Mortal Man
Spoken Word
End?