Posts Tagged ‘omaha

18
Sep
08

Houston Alexander @ Ultimate Fighting Championship 9/17 in Omaha, NE

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03
Jul
08

Snoop Dogg & Kottonmouth Kings Live @ West Fair

(Yes, I was there. Who wants to touch me? I said who wants to fuckin’ touch me!)

The show was set to start at 4:00, and I got there at 2:30, so I got a nice seat sitting along a handrail. There was a few shitty rock/metal bands going, and after Five Finger Death Punch (I can’t believe I remember what they were called), we got ushered out to our cars because it started storming. When we came back, Kottonmouth Kingz came on.

I always thought (and still think) that they make shitty music, but fuck it, they put on a pretty good show. They had some motherfucker in black and white rags (doo and regular) smoking a (fake?) joint, drinking beer, and doin’ a dance that looked like a motherfucking seizure. Maybe my Kottonmouth-lovin’ readers can tell me what the fuck that was about.

Then another shitty rock band came on and played for way too long.

Then Snoop’s stage got set up and the the whole fucking area, I swear to non-existent god, filled up, and after about 40 minutes Snoop came out and started his set.

Shit was fucking crazy. Here’s the songs I remember him performing in no particular order (most my favorite Snoop songs are in there, too, including the underrated Pump, Pump):

Sensual Seduction (yes, he did the edited chorus live for whatever reason)

Staxxx In My Jeans

Snoop’s Upside Ya Head

Gin & Juice

Lodi Dodi

Jump Around (by House of Pain)

Pump, Pump

Tha Shiznit

Deep Cover

Tha Next Episode

Drop It Like It’s Hot

Ups and Downs

I Wanna Fuck You

That’s That Shit

 

And he closed with that one song that goes “nah nah nah nah, hey hey-ey, goodbyyyeee.” He said he does it at the end of all his shows to show that he loves his people and so we can show that we love him. He changed it up a little, though, “nah nah nah nah, hey hey-ey, snooop.” He also cut out the chorus on What’s My Name so the audience got to sing the whole “Snoop Dooog” thing. It was fucking ridiculous.

 Anyway, Snoop murdered the motherfucker. Everybody was slam dancing, jumpin’ around, wavin’ arms, yell out the lyrics (I’m proud to say the only songs of his I couldn’t remember the lyrics to were I Wanna Fuck You and Snoop’s Upside Ya Head).

You shoulda been there for Deep Cover. He got the entire motherfucking room screaming “FUCK THE POLICE” for the intro and chorus.

Anyway, it blew my fucking mind.

SNOOOOOP!

28
Jun
08

Omaha Ripped Up By The Mother Of All Storms

Storm in the O

(Holy shit)

Well, if you haven’t heard yet, my home city of Omaha got ripped the fuck up by what is being called (by newscasters and the mayor, Mike Fahey) the worst storm in eleven years, since the notorious blizzard of ’97.

Apparently, only 20,000 of about 600,000 Omahans had power after it came through yesterday.

I wasn’t one of the 20,000, which was why I didn’t blog about this last night. Trees were pulled up from their roots and tossed all over the roads and apparently almost ever power line in the city was destroyed (if you’re not familiar with the O, it’s about the size of St. Louis), which is pretty ridiculous.

(Un?)Fortunately, I was out of town during the affair and arrived about 3 hours after it hit. I did drive through it while in Des Moines on my way back, but it wasn’t as bad then as it was in the O.

Driving back, Eastside looked pretty much fine. It was beaten up a bit and there were a lot of uprooted trees and shit, but nothing major. I live on the Westside, and it got hit worse than any other storm lately – the damage to where I live was a huge tree of mine being straight smashed and the backboard on my basketball hoop literally being ripped in half (I still managed to shoot some hoops with a neighbor on it, though).

Apparently, Midtown/Downtown got straight destroyed. Which is a real shame, since they house some of my favorite neighborhoods and O attractions, including the Qwest Center, Civic Center, and the main Homer’s store.

Shit.

Reconstruction is underway. The worst thing about living Omaha besides the rising crime rate is the weather, and we got hit really fucking hard this time. We’ll bounce back, though, like we always do.

13
Jun
08

Katt Williams in Omaha (It’s Pimpin’ Pimpin’ Tour) – Hot Wings, Tornados, and Pimp Swag

(Don’t be fooled by how tall Katt Williams looks in this shot.)

If you were up in the O (or anywhere in the 402, really), you probably know that we had one fuckin’ beast of a tornado (actually, tornados) rippin’ shit up everywhere. It got pitch black at about 7 o’ clock and it was rainin’ and hailin’ and just having a general clusterfuck of dangerously shitty weather.

As it happens, I was on my way to the Katt Williams show up in the Music Hall at the Omaha Civic Center Auditorium when I stopped off at a KFC for some hot wings and the tornadoes hit and the employees escorted me and my dad into the bathroom to finish our food in a windowless room.

We ended up being in KFC (we left the bathroom after a few minutes) for almost two hours waiting for the storm to pass us (it eventually did – you probably heard how it killed a quarter dozen boy scouts and injured 40 more up in some camp north of Omaha), missing the 8 o’ clock scheduled start time for Katt’s show by almost an hour. It worked out though – KFC gave me a free 20-piece bucket of hot wings. Score!

So, during a quick break in the storm, we try to get down to the Civic Center, but it picked up again, so we had to pull into a Walgreens for further shelter.

We finally got there at around 9:20, only to be informed that the show had started right on schedule, which has got to be some sort of health code violation.

Anyway, we managed to trade our 8 o’ clock tickets in for the 11 o’ clock show.

We showed up at 10 on the dot and had to wait an entire hour in the cramped, overflowing little area right inside the doors (Katt didn’t finish his show until around 10:40) for a while. After some nachos and Sierra Mist, the opening acts came out, and they were all pretty good except for this one sort of fat lady who was just plain not funny.

Katt came on around 12:30 or one, and he stole the show from the overly stellar opening acts with a lot of hilarious stories, racial jokes, political jokes, and prop comedy with the stool that seems to be present at every comedy show ever.

Anyway, by the time it was all said and done and we filed out, my face was throbbing with pain from all the laughing.

I got back to the apartment around 3 o’ clock, but it was definitely worth it.

I highly recommend you go see a local leg of his It’s Pimpin’, Pimpin’ tour.

Sorry I didn’t include a  lot of the jokes that were told, but you can’t very well capture the magic of it by reading it. You’ll have to go see it.

4/5 stars