That Outkast performance at Coachella was one of the most disappointing things I’ve ever seen.
What a disgracefully flat crowd that didn’t really understand what/who they were listening to.
I feel bad for 3000. He looked uncomfortable to begin the show. But by the end of the performance, he seemed annoyed and disinterested with the thought like, “oh yeah, this is why I stepped away from music.”
When he asked the crowd, “how many bitches and how many hoes are here?” I don’t think he was just messing around. I felt that he had already lost respect and interest in the audience. He had his back turned to them for “Hey Ya” singing the song with no real passion or energy; in a sense giving them no satisfaction in the only song they probably were expecting to hear.
Big Boi did his best to salvage the crowd and get 3000 to come along, but I just feel like songs like “Elevators” and “Gasoline Dreams” are beyond that audience. They didn’t understand the darkness, the ambiance, and mystique of those songs. There’s a commentary in the lyrics that just does not connect with that sort of “party” crowd.
The crickets when Janelle Monae came out? On and on and on. Garbage crowd.
The people that would have appreciated it couldn’t afford to come to that.
yeah hipsters…they talk about hip hop and Andre 3000… But they don’t have a clue. They’re just trying to sound cool. They just want to say they went.
Yeah, I’ve been hearing this over and over. Months ago everyone was getting so hype for Outkast at Coachella, but all I could think was “It’s gonna be a bunch of young hipsters who have no idea what they’re listening to.” Damn shame.
i think we all knew, but were hoping they’d pretend better.
Look, without our stories, without the true nature and reality of who we are as People of Color, nothing about fanboy or fangirl culture would make sense. What I mean by that is: if it wasn’t for race, X-Men doesn’t make sense. If it wasn’t for the history of breeding human beings in the New World through chattel slavery, Dune doesn’t make sense. If it wasn’t for the history of colonialism and imperialism, Star Wars doesn’t make sense. If it wasn’t for the extermination of so many Indigenous First Nations, most of what we call science fiction’s contact stories doesn’t make sense. Without us as the secret sauce, none of this works, and it is about time that we understood that we are the Force that holds the Star Wars universe together. We’re the Prime Directive that makes Star Trek possible, yeah. In the Green Lantern Corps, we are the oath. We are all of these things—erased, and yet without us—we are essential.
A hundred years ago they used to put on a white sheet and use a bloodhound against Negroes. Today they have taken off the white sheet and put on police uniforms and traded in the bloodhounds for police dogs, and they’re still doing the same thing.