Yesterday I headed to Paid Dues with Speak, Lanier, and Westside Ty. My man Murs was nice enough to guest list me up with a VIP ticket (comes with access to a ballroom with no AC and a lot of wealthy young bumperheads), but we needed more: we needed to be on stage with Dipset.
I started the day with one red wristband and promised myself that the first folks who asked to take a picture would end up on the blog. Here they are, nice fellas.
These were the first folks that asked to get a picture with Speak. One of them was a girl so he won. At this point it was 3:00pm and I was already starting to sweat through my shirt in the 80˚ heat. We were beginning to panic. Would we ever make it backstage to the paradise land of free juice and groupies?
I went to check my man Macklemore, partly to escape the heat, and partly because his stage show is killing the game right now. Best rap performer I’ve seen in many years, hands down. I ran into his tour manager Tricia and she helped save my life by donating a couple of purple backstage wristbands (THANK YOU TRICIA!!!!). These bands were good enough to get us onto the deck of the indoor stage, and back to the trailers…but alas, we needed more.
Backstage I ran into some rappers I appreciate, like Sean P and RA the Rugged Man. A bunch of random shit happened…four hours passed and it was time to see 3 Six Mafia. Their set was pretty close to the highlight of my day. A bunch of the homies ended up on stage wildin’ out and if you follow me on Instagram (@itsintuition), you’d know I had a really good view.
Caught Juicy J and Mac Miller chopping it up after the 3 Six set. Somehow after this was taken, we ended up getting wristbands for the stage Dipset was playing on from the Grouch’s mother of all people. After convincing 5 security guards (that swore no one was allowed past the barriers) to let us past the barriers, we had finally made it to the promised land.
Odd Future meets Juelz Santana.
Oh yeah, this too.