Fashawn: The foto essay.

You ever have those nights that you enjoy so much you go home and and write a drunk blog post on them? Neither does LaGreezy.

 

Anytime a show comes to town that you're at least remotely interested in, if you can't afford a ticket for ten dollars, you should prolly get the fuck of the internets and reevaluate your life. Anyway, me and the family dictator over at the dollars make sense decided it would be in our best interests to break our piggy banks and go to the Fashawn show tonight. Truth be told, this was a good ass investment. Sure, the decor made me feel like I was at hip hops 40th high school anniversary, but somebody once said some shit about a book and it's cover...but I blew dro tonight so I can't remember it.

But yo, word to Aesop, I learnt some lessons tonight. (Like I still don't like Evidence, especially since he was saying what a big deal it was for Fashawn to headline his first tour...and then mother fucker wouldn't get off stage...And also that Fashawn has gotta be one of the most gracious MCs in the game, like, there were maybe 60 people at the show, and he still tore shit down.)
And since a picture is worth a thousand words, I'm gonna let them get to talkin.
Hit the jump for a Thursday night photo essay. And yes, a mother fucker does need photoshop.

Here are my visual reflections on the night that was. And yo, real talk, it's kinda hard to shoot a hip hop show when the batteries in your flash die before the headliner.

No Mike Vick.

TheWULU's dollars make sense.

"Enjoying" the opening trash acts.

In this case, there was something wrong with a little bump&grind.

hands.up

Fashawn gets a warm reception from a legion of 17 year old fans.

shoot outs in crowds are the way to go.

Security didn't seem to mind when Fashawn was doing pot...

...but they got mad as hell at homie in the red sweatshirt for choking blunts.

We got out the show and went and met up with theWULU's boys, this progression is hella funny to me. Like Omari (right) wants nothing to do with anything that's happening.

But no man can resist cheffing to "wonton soup" (except theWULU)

SWAG.



We was bi-winning, nahmeans?