The House that George built looked respendent on a cool but not cold Autumn night and BoB was obstreperous bass heavy but given the circumstances not terrible on the state off the art stage near the bleacher seats.
Two wide screems made certain everybody had a good view: it was just like being at home since the actual musicians were a dot on the horizon.
I know BoB well enough but I sure didn’t recognize anything, not even when he put on a guitar and emo’d out, till he performed “Nothing On You”. The sound, as so often happens, was one loud throb and the only way to tell what song you were listening to, unless it had a killer chorus, was through remembered word rhymes. Like the bloke in front of me who sang every B.o>B. song word for word.
B.o.B’s nothing special set segued into three numbers by… well, from a million miles away he looked like Drake but I’m pretty sure it was J. Cole and J. Cole was excellent performing hard core raps one after another. Yup, this guy can actually rap and I don’t know him but I will.
And then we waited half an hour.