Entrances are important in hip-hop. Think of how Jay-Z began his retirement show at Madison Square Garden in 2004, as documented in Fade to Black: introduced by legendary boxing announcer Michael Buffer, running onstage to âWhat More Can I Say,â rocking a Biggie shirt. You canât give off an air of pure bravado if you just casually stroll up whenever the DJ calls your name.
So despite the fact that the JamâN 107.5-sponsored Boo Bomb was billed as a âthrowbackâ show, there was nothing old-school about the way Ja Rule introduced himself to the crowd. âWhatâs my motherfucking name?!â he bark-screamed from behind the stage. And, naturally, the crowd erupted.
Friday nightâs show at Memorial Coliseum was an exercise in restraint, something thatâs rare for a rap show. Boo Bombâs seven performers were spread out over a brisk four hours, with everyone getting about 20 minutes to shower the adoring crowd with a series of hits, should-have-been-hits and newer songs that everyone struggled to rap along to. The format was perfect, thoughânobody really wants to see Juvenile play any longer than that, especially when he saved âBack That Azz Upâ to the final minutes.
Almost every rapper sounded good and hungry, as if all the time away from the spotlight only increased their need to be heard. West Coast legend DJ Quik rocked the stage sans hype man, mostly sticking to older songs and advising the women in the audience to make their boyfriends feel good. He also successfully lit a joint and passed it off to the front row, something that would never fly at the Roseland. Both E-40 and Bone Thugs-n-Harmony received huge support for jams they recorded almost 20 years ago. Sir Mix-a-Lot wisely saved âBaby Got Backâ for last, dragging out his only national hit while talking about Nicki Minajâs âAnacondaâ (which heavily samples the song) and the crowd for loving him even though he refuses to grab his nuts onstage.
As the headliner of a âthrowbackâ show, T.I. worked to prove that heâs the most relevant of the largely irrelevant. Despite the fact that new record Paperwork just came out this week, he wisely leaned on more hallowed material, including âWhatever You Likeâ and epic show-closer âWhat You Know,â which still sounds as good now as it did in 2006. One song that hasnât aged well, despite being arguably the biggest song of 2013, is Robin Thickeâs âBlurred Lines.â T.I. did his guest verse while shimmying across the stage, but the song failed to take off, a sign that sometimes a song outgrows its welcome after itâs played at every single wedding.
And then there was Ja Rule. During the show I joked on Twitter that his voice is the best single of 2014, but thereâs something to be said for an instrument that gruff and powerful. Iâd probably listen to anything he rhymed on, but his reliance on the indelible hooks from âAlways on Timeâ and âPut It On Meâ only emphasized the nightâs glaring lack of women. It would have been nice to have someone like Ashanti, such an important part of Ja Ruleâs sensitive thug lover-man appeal and a solo artist still releasing some pretty great material, there to sing live. The nightâs biggest sing-along wasnât even to a song performed onstage, but when the DJ threw on TLCâs âNo Scrubsâ in between sets. Letâs hope that JamâN 107.5 makes this an annual event, but evens the gender ratio next time.
All photos by Will Corwin.
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