Last Damn Show 12

- Ran into Mystikal downtown and he was cool enough to take a quick photo.

- Rick Ross!

- Gucci Mane

-Proof that Nicki Minaj did atleast one song.

-Nicki Minaj...Good grief look at that sexy plastic ass!

-Mystikal - Mystikal

- Special Ed doing his thang!

Believe it or not I was actually looking forward to this summers Last Damn Show. After having so much fun at last springs Wildsplash I was willing to soften my guard a bit and allow Wild 94.1 the opportunity to show me that the last event wasn't a fluke.

The talent for Last Damn Show was definitly an upgrade from the lineup at Wildsplash. I may lose cool points for this but seeing Gucci Mane live was a bit of a selling point. Sure the guy mumbles and has wack lyrics but his unappologetic tone and catchy singles have become a bit of a guilty pleasure. I was also enthused about seeing Rick Ross, who I feel is currently the best rap artist the mainstream has to offer.

As the show started I found myself in a bit of a tailspin. When the group Git Fresh took the stage I was feeling like a fish out of a water and looking for the nearest exit. Not that these guys were so much untalented hacks or anything but their style was so corny and generic it made me fiend for the glory days of hip hop when an act like this would be booed and violently be thrown off stage by an angry mob of fans.

Things didn't get much better from here as the likes of John Blu (In Love Wit Yo Booty), Miguel and Gyptian would take turns crooning for the ladies and failing in the slightest bit to peak my interest. Well ok, looking at the asses of John Blu's dancers were certainly a bonus.

For the first hour or so of the show it was nearly a snooz festival of the worst metrosexual pop rap Wild 94.1 has to offer. Even J. Cole was profoundly underwhelming, but maybe that's because I can't find anything special about him to begin with.

Thankfully out of nowhere the recently released from prison Mystikal took the stage and literally tore the roof off of that bitch. Let me say that if this man comes to your city to do a show do whatever the fuck you need to do to get there. I had basically forgot just how many classic anthems this guy had his name attatched too and hearing them all live with Mystikals raw energy was arguably one of the best rap performances I have ever witnessed up close.

In between sets I managed to keep myself entertained by the abundance of ghetto hoochies and dirty foot white trash wiggaboo's that keep such a garbage station like Wild 94.1 operational. Girls dressed like they are planning to be somebodies jump off for the evening and guys wearing beat up bootleg Air Force 1's. There were even a few sightings of the always hilarious "see through" bootleg Air Force 1's that trashy white boys with ugly outfits find so appealing. Step your game up fellas you make all of us look bad when you walk around like that!

The award for most overhyped and disappointing artist of the night goes to sleazy plastic booty packing and Lil Wayne protege (which is very telling) Nicki Minaj. Sure this broad is sexy, man is she sexy, fake titties/ass and all, but damn, why can't she just put the mic down and be more of a celebrity personality and leave the rapping to actual lyricist and emcees?

This chick was close to five minutes late, then when she got on stage she did maybe two songs before launching into a promotional speech regarding her crappy album "Pink Friday". The dj continued to spin her records but Ms. Minaj just walked around blabbering about autographed hooters and taking photos. Snooozzzzz. Either this lady is just lazy as hell or somebody at 94.1 really pissed her off. Just saying.

Gucci Mane was cool. But it sort of felt like he sleeping walking through his performance. Plus the sound was a little bad and his mush mouth wasn't helping matters. The dirty foots in "see through" Air Force 1's really seemed to enjoy his set though.

Last but not least was the man I came to see, the boss Rick Ross. Although his subject matter can become a little repetetive, this man has never attatched his name to a wack song. The production on his albums (alot of which is done by Tampa natives J.U.S.T.I.C.E League) is always epic and on point. His performance certainly did not disappoint.

All in all Last Damn Show was pretty decent. The disappointments in my opinion had more to do with the artist themselves then it did with the stations set up. Price is a little high (thankfully I got free tickets!) but there are worse ways to spend a Saturday night in the bay.