Regardless, though, I could sit and watch Ghost and the Chef reciting those four minute pre-song monologues all the way through. Last night, I sat through all the nonsensical mumbo jumbo for all four minutes with a smile on my face. In fact, it's enthralling. I'm convinced that Raekwon has invented an imaginary human that embodies all the naysayers in his career. It's borderline schizophrenic. He was like, "You know, you be talkin' about Only Built for Cuban Links Two, sayin' 'How's this muthaf**ka gonna top the first?' and I'm like, yo, yo, I'm the Chef, son. I'm a Chef; I cook all different dishes, dog. But, I welcome the challenge you know?" It's like you can imagine him in his home, by himself, having the same conversationlike an internal dialogue that he's saying out loud. I'm not a dullard. I get what he's saying, but I find it really funny and awesome at the same time.
Anyway, when I learned they were gonna be rapping, I really wanted to attend with John Rattray. You know, a lot of people didn't really agree with me about this, but I used to look at his kit from the Blueprint days and think, "this guy seems pretty hip hop." He wore puffy gangster coats, baggy pants and his "coming to America" noseblunt involved a silk Wu-Tang shirt. But, he hasn't been looking as gangster as he used to, so I kept bugging him saying that I was going to buy him a matching gangster suit to wear to the show. You know? Like old times. Relive his hip hop years for a while.
But, when I tried to figure out where to buy one, Pete Eldridge said, "I know there's a place here in Tampa, but you probably don't want to go to it." I was bummed, but he was right. This place can be pretty seedy and I can only imagine it gets worse at a place that sells clothes for gangster ass fools. Regardless, I made it to the show with Keegan Sauder (second place semi-final qualifier) and John Rattray and the best moment came when I looked over and caught him with my camera making the Wu-Tang sign with his hands. It was magical. John Rattray, for a fleeting moment, at a Wu-Tang concert was gangster again. If only for a second, it was glorious.Josh Brooks