Beginning the night with “Blow Job Betty,” a story about an unfortunate rendezvous in the bathroom, is classic Too $hort.
The Observatory in Santa Ana, CA was filled with its customary hazy cloud of smoke, lights flashing and the crowd throbbing as DJ CaliNdaMix spun hard-hitting beats. From the stage, we could see that it was a sold-out night. Blunts and joints passed easily among the crowd, little fires among the fog and neon.
At the early hour of 11:30 pm, after several local rap and hip hop acts, Too $hort rolled onto the stage. Decked out in worn blue jeans and an old-school N.W.A tee, he launched into a seamless flow of freaknastysexfucktastic, to put it lightly. The fans loved it, the pounding hyphy beats soaking into everyone’s skin. Afterwards, he was backstage, his arms wrapped around a gaggle of 20-somethings tottering in heels.
E-40 closed the night out, taking the stage past midnight. He wore a pair of wired frames, a cap studded with gold spikes and copious amounts of silver draped around his neck. Eccentrically fitting for one of the Bay Area’s most savvy rappers-gone-entrepreneur. E-40 kept up Too $hort’s momentum. The observatory was filled with a fervor, bodies pulsating and sweating while everyone sang the lyrics of “Function.”
When the night ended, fans filtered out into the parking lot, dripping music into the Santa Ana air, the concert leaving them exhausted and satisfied, as any decent Bay Area show should.