Chicago’s Metro off of Clark and Racine is usually a great venue; a friendly, professional staff and popular artists draw crowds for lively shows. There was something off, however, about the Chicago venue the night that Curren$y played there for his U.S. Tour. Spitta tried the patience of the audience and the venue staff, and despite Chi-town’s love for the high-flying MC the show was ultimately a disappointment.
Doors were to open at 7:30 PM that night with the show starting before the hour ended. All walks of Chicago life appeared to have come out for the show; it was interesting to find a wide age variation and kind, multi-cultural demographic to see Spitta. The evening started out nicely with music hitting us immediately upon entry. However, the problem was that most of the crowd came to see Curren$y and became quickly tired of his openers. While the show started at 7:50 as planned, Spitta was not out until much, much later. In inspirational DJ Khaled fashion, each opening act was followed by another one, another one, and another one, with DJ breaks and set switches in-between. The final count was six opening acts before Curren$y came on. Live music tends to emit those sonic walls that make it physically tiresome but enjoyable and entertaining if done right; but tonight it wasn’t. A consistent serving of heavy bass and generally mediocre bars made only three of the six acts, Corner Boy P & Fiend, Dsands, and FreeFam, enjoyable to listen to. The other openers had the crowd shaking their heads and asking, “Yo, when’s Spitta coming on?”
Anyone reading this probably already understands what Curren$y is about. A less pop-influenced Wiz Khalifa, he still gathers boat loads of blunts in order to be smoked at the Metro. Though Illinois decriminalized weed, there’s still no smoking inside the Metro. I saw many blunts being confiscated, which in turn disgruntled the fans, but who’s really to blame? There’s also something about the city of Chicago that makes many inhabitants smoke a shit ton of cigarettes. It might be all the noise, the people, the heart of the city, whatever. While we were all waiting for Curren$y to come out, fans were talking to me about how they didn’t care if they got kicked out, they just needed a cigarette to pass the time. Unfortunately, there isn’t any reentry at the Metro, and six openers meant three and a half hours of standing around wishing Curren$y came on. Someone with a cigarette came up to me between sets and said that this was his first concert ever and it was the worst experience he’d ever had. This guy wanted to get kicked out. I assured him that most shows don’t stretch out this long and he should continue to see more, but I’m not sure he was convinced; he left between the fifth and six opener. That was around 10:30/10:40 PM, when Curren$y had claimed that he was going to perform.
At 11:30 PM, on a Wednesday, Spitta still hadn’t shown up. People were tired and had stopped caring. The crowd was dead and a few people started trickling out. Fans went from excited and bumping with the DJ to impatient, and cries of “when?” and “where?” and “damn they took my blunt” filled the air. At this point, I followed suit with others and left the venue. This was an 18+ show, and while some had taken work off the next day, there were others, including myself, who thought an 8:00 show would end at ten or eleven. When a show schedule is set in stone, there’s supposed to be a mutual respect between the fan and the artist. We didn’t get to see Curren$y in time and from the respect that was given to us and the other fans in Chicago that night, we didn’t have to.