Alright, so raise your hand if you love Wu-Tang. Now if you missed them at Emo’s take that same hand, and smack yourself exactly 11 times. Nine for the original members, once for Cappa and one more time for ODB (god rest his soul).

If you were thinking, “Aaa, it won’t be all of em!”, like any sane person would, I can only blame you but so much. After all fool me one time, shame on you… fool me two times, and I’m just fooling myself. Having said that I’m still gonna blame you. At the risk of sounding cliche and offending my mother in one foul swoop, it was damn near a religious experience.

True to form RZA was rumored to be in China somewhere, and recording some something (and so the saga continues), but other than that they were just this side of the great beyond from resurrecting Big Baby Jesus.

From my perspective it was everything a 2010 Wu-Tang performance could be. Admittedly said perspective was influenced by a few festive libations. Some may go as far as to say there may have been some sort of correlation between this and the dropping of my phone half way through the first third of their set. As a result I spent most of the show with one eye on the ground and the other on the stage.

Even still from the 5th row it was pretty surreal. They really seemed larger than life on that little ass stage, a fact not at all lost on those first few rows. I must have covered 15 feet back and forth from pushing and shoving, by far this was the rowdiest crowd I’ve been in in some 10 years. Props to you.

Once David Blain did a card trick for me on the street in Manhattan. Every time I told somebody the story I would forget a small piece. By the end of the day I couldn’t remember any of it. Trying to remember this show is kinda like that. Meth surfed, C.R.E.AM. was unreal. Overall it was like a barrage of all but overwhelming sights, sounds and memories that I really can’t explain. Recalling it now looking at the ground, it was almost like time had stopped, except you always remembered that Dirty had passed.

All I know is that show had profound affect on me in some way or another. I guess getting to see your adolescent heroes do their thing live and in living color doesn’t really happen every day. Your sports idles retire, most groups break up, and cats just die. They kind of proved that point from every direction. A testament to Hip Hop ingenuity, creativity team work, and the value of sacrifice and commitment for your brothers and sisters. Sounds like joke now, but they’re still kicking.

Wu-Tang Forever yo!!

Written For Your Scrutiny

P.S. I found my phone after the show in a pile of beer cans.  iPhone in an otter box most durable phone on the market.

R.I.P. Russell Jones! Somebody pour out some ‘gnac!
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