CONCERT REVIEW: Smokers Club Tour @ The Trocadero 10/13

Everybody there knows what the deal is, but before Smoke DZA takes the stage, the show is mostly the music. Smoke DZA changes that. He asks to taste test stuff from the audience, and fans throw various product onto the stage. DZA catches a lighter. DZA approves. He keeps that high energy, high-pitched voice after smoking all throughout...

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CONCERT REVIEW: Smokers Club Tour @ The Trocadero 10/13

POSTED: Wednesday, October 19, 2011, 2:00 PM

Everybody there knows what the deal is, but before Smoke DZA takes the stage, the show is mostly the music. Smoke DZA changes that. He asks to taste test stuff from the audience, and fans throw various product onto the stage. DZA catches a lighter. DZA approves. He keeps that high energy, high-pitched voice after smoking all throughout… how, I don’t know. He goes into an a capella rendition of “The World.” Midway though, someone shouts that he needs the lighter back. DZA takes no break, even without the beat, and throws it to the guy. From that point on, no one is allowed to forget that this is the Smokers Club Tour.

Shiest Bubz flings papers to the audience between sets. Big K.R.I.T. takes the stage and wants to talk about drinkers. The crowd is down for that too. K.R.I.T. was hype; the crowd was hype. The hype overpowers the turntables, and makes it too easy to miss the musicianship behind his beats. Performing in front of a band or an orchestra is the next step, but will K.R.I.T. take it there?

Curren$y broke his ankle in August jumping off the stage at the Rock the Bells. How does he play his set? He sits on a jumbo plush couch with a cannabis-patterned sock around his cast, and invites his crew to come sit and smoke with him. For the first half, Curren$y slays. He jokes with the audience, relying on his hands, rhymes and charisma alone. People are still throwing things on stage, only now it’s landing on his couch. “Oh shit, and Starbursts!!” Curren$y says happily. He turns to the DJ, “OK, Let’s do some more raps.” Young Chris comes out to chill. Jet-Life affiliates spit for bit as Curren$y catches more gifts (Skittles this time) and shares them with DZA. Does the hangout vibe, rap after rap, get stale? Little bit. It’s hard to mind though; hanging with buds is sort of the whole point. He stands up and leans on his homeboys to close the show. Then he hops around the sofa, into his own posters almost, to bounce off the stage. Couldn’t anybody pass him a crutch? I’ve got a feeling that Curren$y doesn’t want or need one.

Method Man is up last. Time to reminisce of days of yore. DJ Mathematics spins his own shoes off, literally. Wu's to the sky. “I’m telling you; that gritty shit is coming back,” Meth says. His set doesn’t seem like the appropriate finish to K.R.I.T. and Curren$y, rising sophomores ready to take the game in the new direction. It seems like a bonus for people who really like hip hop. That’s cool for now. In fact, when the ODB tribute arrives, it’s a lot more than cool. Still, there’s an odd comfort in seeing that come next year, the new kids shouldn’t need to lean on the old heads anymore. Especially since Curren$y’s leg will have healed.

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