THE BACK OF THE BUS AT ENCLAVE CHICAGO

I have never done anything this before and I don't think Autumn is going to mind me sharing her story about Enclave Night Club in Chicago. When I read this I thought she is playing the race card but by the time I finished reading it I understood. I believe her story 100 percent. The sad part is this kind social injustice happens everyday and no one is ever held accountable for their actions. I urge the artist we love to read this and ask themselves, Is this the kind of place you really want to associate yourself with? This is part of the reason why I am retired from night club acts in the city of Chicago. The truth is this kind of stuff isn't going to stop until people stand up like Autum. This is her original post from May 6, 2011...

I had a private "party" there and was told that I could get whoever I wanted in for free as long as I had a table/paid for bottles. I had a mix of friends (3 white, 2 black, and an asian to be exact- you may not think this matters but you will see- it did). I noticed that there weren't many black people in there, and that it was predominantly white people but it was early. Later I had three friends text me and tell me they were outside. They told me that the bouncer wouldn't let them in. They weren't even drinking yet, and were dressed up looking very sharp all in our twenties. When I walked outside I asked the bouncer why he wasn't letting them in. He told me that they would have to pay the cover charge when it was their turn. I was ticked off, but handed him the cover charge for all three of them because I knew they had paid for babysitters already and didn't want them to think the club promoter went back on his work when he told me I could have as many people as I wanted (which he obviously did go back on his word). I didn't want to be a problem though. I went to my friends in line and apologized and told them it would just be a couple more minutes in line and they were taken care of. I went inside to get my jacket for the girl for extra warmth, and when I got back they were the next in line to get in. I stayed watching knowing that I paid their cover so I was making sure the bouncer wouldn't make them pay again. Just then the owner comes out, and brings the people that were behind my friends in line, inside. Then the owner walks them in, comes back out, whispers something in the bouncers ear, and brings the next three people standing behind my friends in. I walked up to the bouncer to see what was going on, and he said that he had no idea and I should ask the owner. I politely introduced myself to the owner, and he said "what, you want your friends in?" I told him that would be great, I had a table, I would be winning to buy another bottle at $310/bottle and that I already paid for their cover and they had been waiting for 2 hours while people behind them were getting in. He looked at my friends (2 black guys, and a black girl) and told me that they wouldn't be coming in because they didn't "fit in." I asked him what that meant and he said "take it how you want to but we try and keep the headcount of certain people to a minimum, and they don't fit in." Just then he let a white girl and two white guys in- same age-dressed similar and everything. I thought he was joking, so I asked him if there was some misunderstanding or they were underdressed. He took me inside the doors and told me that they weren't coming in his club. When I asked for a reason, he said that ultimately he has the right to refuse anyone he wants by law and make up any reason he wants. I told him that both men who were with me had a doctorate and the woman was pre-law. He said their education didn't matter, and proceeded to open the door and let the next five people behind my friends in the door. He looked at me and said, "now there are plenty of prestigious customers who would love your table, are you ready to leave so I can make more money?" By then I was pretty upset, and thought about calling the cops, but I thought that no matter what happened, it wasn't going to be solved and I didn't want to be there. I got inside and told my couple of friends inside that we needed to go. They charged my card $600 for a party I didn't even have. We decided to go to another club (a black club where I as a white person felt very accepted), and when we got there the promoter from Enclave texted me saying that the owner had no idea who I was and the owner was so so so sorry and the owner offered to buy us two bottles of Dom if we would come back. I told him that racism isn't covered by bottles of Dom and the damage was already done. I told him that no matter who I was, no one deserved to be treated like that no matter the race too, and that I would never be returning as well as putting my story up on every site I could for people to see. Review by Autum

LMFAO: SORRY FOR PARTY ROCKING REVIEW

The Grammy nominated Kings of Party Rock LMFAO have returned with a new album. Are you looking to sing the sophomore blues? There are no apologies needed but you shouldn’t pass on Sorry for Party Rocking. The established genre of Party Rock has become a worldwide phenomenon of style and sound. The single, Party Rock Anthem, was released earlier this year and has shuffled its way onto the radio giving the duo of Red Foo and Sky Blu enough ammunition to have another hit dance record. The catchy beats and lyrics have made this the kind of music that just grows on you until you find yourself spitting a hook or rocking a beat at any given moment. The title track Sorry for Party Rocking is a rebellious track that pretty much answers the group's critics before they can judge the album. Party Rock music and style gets an instant reaction from the masses but LMFAO and the fans are just having fun.  This track will ease the tension of those awkward stares from the members of the public that just don't get it. "People always say that my music's loud...Sorry for Party Rocking." Champagne Showers featuring Natalia Kills will give you visuals of your favorite model standing soaking wet on the box while you are throwing your fingers in the air. Take It to the Hole features Busta Rhymes, who is looking to find his niche in the Electro genre like LiL Jon and other rappers. Champagne Showers is one of those banging summer Jams that makes normal everyday people at work break into flash mobs of movement. The champagne is spraying as this is one of the strongest tracks on the album. Put That A$$ To Work keeps the momentum going with another solid freakish beat. It is a track that will keep the ladies bouncing on the dance floor all summer. The group is talented and they do a tremendous job on this album keeping up lyrically to hard Electro beats. LMFAO stays true to the Party Rock genre by making music for the club that ignites a party wherever ears can consume sound. The album defies today's pop formula while never loosing the spotlight of contemporary heat. LMFAO gives us just enough to be happy about by making songs that make us feel good. Although every track on the album may not be strong, there still enough to make you dance. Some of the sampled hooks are repetitive and corny but you will still find yourself singing along because hooks and lyrics are to remember. I think this group is still young and having a Party Rocking good time. They are not shy of confidence lyrically which makes them believable. When you see them perform live you can feel the elements of soul behind their voices. I truly feel that the moment they decide to step away from the auto-tune, something special is going to happen. The group seems to be extremely busy as they are featuring new Party Rock remixes, and there are rumors that they may be appearing on the new Pitbull album. That kind of momentum gives LMFAO credibility and could means that we will be hearing Rock the Beat III on the group’s third album very soon. Sorry, but it's difficult to dislike LMFAO for Party Rocking on this album.

 

THE WILL OF A GREEN LANTERN FAN

I just wanted to say thank you to all the Green Lantern Fans that willed Hal Jordan from the dead back to the pages of the Green Lantern Comic Book. I was one of the 3954 signatures that signed the Petition to bring back Hal Jordan back in 2000. The idea of actually seeing him in live movie was just a dream to the handful of fans that just wanted him to live again....this is our BRIGHTEST DAY! Hit or Miss we got it made...the Power of the Fans! Hats off to the creator of The Green Lantern Martin Nodell, John Broome, Gil Kane, Ron Marz (for being so bold), Geoff Johns(for finally giving the fans what they wanted) DC Comics, Warner Brothers(hope you didn't mess it up) and every artist that was ever involved with the comic book, cartoons, and toys...you guys ROCK! The FANS, you are the most passionate and opinionated individuals on Earth. THIS IS MY THANK YOU TO EVERYONE. I don't think the character would have ever reached it's present day height without the will of every individual that wore the rings be it plastic that was too small for our fingers, silver which was the wrong color, with green paint chipping off, custom made, and to to the ones that light up led style today. To anyone that rocked a red Alan Scott T-shirt or paid too much for the Green Lantern Logo T-shirt at your local comic book store. To anyone that read Emerald Twilight over and over again. To anyone that tracked down that Parallax figure from the Total Justice Series at every Warner Brothers store in the four surrounding states around them. To anyone that snaps off when someone calls GL the Green Hornet. To anyone that ever had a letter or published in the comic book. To anyone that made their own Parallax figure with paint white side burns and all. To anyone that forced people to read their comics to make a larger fan base. To anyone that put on a suit and tie and still rocked a green plastic ring. I just want you to know that I was with all the way and I think every GREEN LANTERN FAN deserves this moment.

Thank You,
The 8R8

FLYING ELBOWS ON VHS: THE MACHO MAN RANDY SAVAGE

It's honor to name the first ever inductee into The 8R8 HALL OF FAME....THE MACHO MAN RANDY SAVAGE. He was the kind of wrestler you wanted to be as a kid. I think back 3 days ago when I was standing on top of chair cutting my best Macho Man promo as I attempted to drop a flying elbow onto my significant other. I didn't drop that elbow though because of fear. I talked the good talk but couldn't fly like Randy Savage. I think about all times he dropped the elbow with no fear and sacrificed his body to entertain wrestling fans all around the world and know he was something special. The very first Pay Per View I purchased was SummerSlam 1991. I was twelve years old and I couldn't miss the wedding between the Macho Man and Miss Elizabeth. It was the match made in heaven to then WWF fans. I saved up my money all summer for that pay per view and was crushed when I realized my sister's VCR didn't record the program. I was so into the event that I was able to watch it again and again in my head and imagination so in a way I absorbed it all. The wedding didn't define the Macho Man's career. I started to become a smart wrestling fan as I scrambled to watch any tape I could get my hands on and learned the history. I started to realize The Macho produced great matches against wrestlers like Hulk Hogan and The Ultimate Warrior whom most of the fans cheered for. His match with Ricky the Dragon Steamboat at Wrestlemania III is considered by some wrestling fans as the greatest match of all time. I can tell you he was a multiple time World Champion and he held just about every major title in both the WWF and WCW but those accolades did not make him a permanent staple in American Pop Culture. It was his heart. His in ring abilities showcased a talent that was way before his time. We will never forget his interviews and promos that are still being mimicked by comedians like Daniel Tosh and entire generation of YouTube impersonators today. Professional wrestler Jay Lethal called himself Black Machismo which was a character inspired by Randy Savage. They say imitation is the one of the best forms of flattery and it is true some gimmicks never die. The Macho Man was more than a champion and more than a Hall of Fame-er. He was the wrestler I wanted to be as a kid. I am honored and fortunate to be one of his fans. I didn't drop that elbow 3 days ago because of fear but my hero, The Macho Man, was never afraid to fly. Welcome to The 8R8 Hall of Fame of Life Randy Savage. You more than deserve it.

TEAR JERKING PAGES #2 :OH MY GOD, IT'S JASON TODD

Some people don’t read comic books because they have no idea where to start. When I recommend comics for people that don't read comics books, BATMAN: HUSH is at the top of the list. Jeph Loeb, one of my favorite comic book writers, and the legendary artist Jim Lee produced, in my opinion, one of the greatest Batman story ever told. Some of the covers are breath taking works of art.  The words and storytelling are as stimulating as a Hyper Crush laser show. This story is packed with some of Batman's greatest foes but the mystery around the main villain Hush is what makes this series an awesome read. You can learn in any of the Batman films that Bruce Wayne is the evolution of the human brain when it comes to intelligence. The depths of his psyche are explored in Hush as his mind is put to the test. It took subliminal warfare to breach Batman's mind. Jeph Loeb's story telling in this series is genius. When I describe Hush to potential readers I describe it is part psychological thriller, mystery, action, suspense, drama, and love story. I am certain I am leaving a genre or two out because this tale truly has something for everyone. Loeb took Batman and Catwoman to places that this average fan boy would only dream about. The chemistry between these two characters highlighted one of the most mysterious and intriguing love stories set among the chaos of Gotham. I remember reading BATMAN #617 and having to run and tell my parents, who didn't read comics, about what just happened. I was so shocked I just had to tell anyone that would listen. BATMAN #617 was part 10 of the series and it left me reeling when these words were spoken by Hush, “The world's greatest detective, and you still haven't figured it out? Life's just a game, Batman... and this time, you lose.” The mummified wrapping came off to reveal Hush's true identity. It was a shocking moment and it appeared that Hush’s identity was a bombshell in form of one the most infamous Robins in the Batman Universe. Jason Todd was murdered by the Joker in the Death in the Family series which was published in 1989. The fans actually decided Robin's fate in that book. It rocked my world to see Jason holding a knife to the neck of the current Robin. (Tim Drake) The death of Robin was a very controversial moment for DC Comics that was well publicized in media. It marked the death of major character in the DC Universe and a kid for heaven’s sake. The look on Batman’s face as I turned the pages for the reveal was where I emotionally connected. I shared the emotion of shock in the pit of my stomach as I watched a stunned Batman stand in disbelief. This moment left me as a reader with the true uncertainty of where Hush was really going to go next. Loeb reminded me that I still had two more issues to go in this series. In the world of comics sometimes people, places, and things are not what always what they seem. There would be years of amazing Batman stories to come but Hush will stand the test of time as one of the greatest Batman stories ever told. This issue didn't produce tears from my eyes, but being a fan of Batman and knowing how the death of Jason Todd haunted him throughout the years had me emotionally invested in the story to come.

TEAR JERKING PAGES # 1: COAST CITY'S LIGHT

GREEN LANTERN #25 was part 11 in The Sinestro Corps War which featured some of the best of DC’s rouge gallery. The elite bad guys joined forces with the evil Sinestro. The battlefield was set on Earth in the resurrected Coast City. The evil invades the earth and the hero Hal Jordan (The Green Lantern) orders the people to evacuate because the he didn't want see lives lost. The people of the Coast City decided that home was worth fighting for and made a bold decision when they were asked to evacuate the city. They stood behind in one of the most moving moments in comic book history in this reader's opinion. The windows of Coast City shined with GREEN LIGHTS in support of their home, their hero, and to honor the lives that were lost many years ago. The people of the Coast City showed overcame the fear of past. The city was completely wiped out during The Reign of Superman which caused a chain reaction of unfortunate events. The Coast City's Resurrection did not come overnight. There were moments where it was hard to find the words Coast City in the DC Universe. This was the moment when the Coast City showcased it's WILL and I felt it was the true moment that Hal Jordan was resurrected as a hero. It surprised Hal Jordan and I think it surprised me as a reader because of the history. I was really moved as a fan because there was I wanted to believe in Hal Jordan again and I think this moment made me believe again. It was a nice addition to an awesome story that showed a community raising up against those whose worship evil's might.

HE CRAZY I KNOW WHAT YOU THINKING

Popular opinion and perception of the passers by could be in my case. I blame my speech pattern or choice of words when dictating which usually isn't the popular opinion. This isn't a popularity contest for me because I am and forever will be one of the strange kids on block. I will admit I am everywhere in life. I want to see and hear it all. I want to go everywhere. My goal is free some minds why while breaking my own chains in the system that I am part of. My observation of late is the REAL has gone pop. I have dropped out of society mentally. The crazy part I would rather hear the interpretation of a real person's spin on the news versus what the mainstream media picks and chooses for me to absorb. It's all garbage. They are tele-prompting our emotions with wars and are teasing freedom while imprisoning us in this structure called society. I have chosen to block it all out. It's static for instance I am being hit on by someone as I write. The fact that I have something real at home makes it easy to stay on target with my message. This is an example of me knifing through the static and holding out for something with definition. These are the situations I just seem to walk into and I love anarchy. I am not sure if that makes me crazy but it has made one hell of interesting life. You know never a dull moment. I am getting a little tired of it all. I love the music and will keep living it no matter what but slowing down has really helped me grow as a person. I thinking more and more these days about a normal life and actually get excited when I think about making dinner, buying a house, getting a little dog and naming it Cudi. There really isn't anything crazy about that but I am conditioned to expect the unexpected and make the necessary adjustments in my pursuit of happiness. Yeah I am crazy but you motherfuckers love it.

TOILET TREES: NUMBER 2

There are some situations in life that you really have no control of. The Poo Diddy can often catch us by surprise. Nothing humbles a man more than those moments when he realizes what he just did and knowing there is only three one ply sheets of toilet paper left to clean it all up. I am just curious how many of us have done the booty walk of shame. You know when for whatever reason the napkins, paper towels or toilet paper is just too far away from the bowl and you have your pants down to your ankles. You have to make that walk to find something to clean yourself up with or yell to family member or friend, "We are out of toilet paper!" Then there are those messy moments when you miscalculate where you are whipping and...well you catch my drift. These are the things we as human beings want to forget but going to the bathroom is just a part of life. The main event of all my bathroom mishaps comes on date night. I cannot remember what exactly I was eating but I do remember halfway into the dinner my stomach started to hurt. I was in one those relationships where we never passed gas around one another and the thought of Number 2ing around each other was unheard of. You would think after 5 years of putting up with one another's shit one of us would have said the hell with it and dropped the bomb on the other the person in the shower but it never happened. This is what made the situation even more intense. I couldn't’t just drop my fork and excuse myself. There were social implications of paranoia in my head that this person would know that I was going to NUMBER 2. I had to squirm as long as I could as my stomach began to make funny sounds. The situation was building to the point where I could no longer eat my food. I was ready to explode! It was time make that walk and it seemed like everyone in the restaurant was staring at me. I started to notice the restaurant staff passing watching me with little smiles like they knew what was up. There was no time for a conspiracy theory though because I had to go. The bathroom door closes behind me and the only comfort I had was an empty bathroom. I wouldn’t have to worry about waiting because things were going to get real ugly real quick. I pace into the stall knowing that this would be a nail bitter. I check for the necessities clean seat, plenty of paper, empty bowl?…Empty bowl? Damn, okay just a little paper in it the bowl who cares what is under it right. I flush real quickly and then it happens. …The water begins rise. It was as if time stopped. I was in trouble there wasn’t going to me a miracle swoosh this time. There was no plunger in sight. The next 15 seconds would define the kind of man I would later become. I had never done the NUMBER 2 on myself and the thought of a NUMBER 2 of this caliber everywhere left me in a state of panic. I found myself right in front of the situation I had been accustom to leaving behind. Someone set me up. I knew once the toilet overflowed I was screwed. I was at a point where I was going to have the face the embarrassment of going on myself and having to explain to my date I pooped myself. I imagined the ride home and the awful smell. Then I realized I was going to have to be a man. The water had just about reached the lid when I reacted with my hand. I became a human plunger and unplugged the toilet...manually. I then proceeded to pull down my pants and have my Dumb and Dumber moment. I didn't look at my hands after works just washed them several times and went back to the table with a look of defeat. I told the story a few times but never went into detail until today. This was probably one of the more shitty situations I got myself out of in life. My date didn’t realize what happen and I avoided embarrassment once again. I truly believe these situations build character. You may not think you are learning anything at the moment of a crisis but how you react under pressure can save your ass...literally.
THE END?

TOILET TREES

There are certain things that you shouldn't talk about. Maybe it is because I grew up with nothing but sisters or had the perspective that it was dark evil my body expelled every time I went to the bathroom? For some reason I have noticed people are anal retentive when it come to going to the bathroom. It is a topic I wanted to wait to cover for that book I am always talking about but I started to notice when I told my stories of toiletries people often become uncomfortable and roll their eyes to forget the humorous things that happen to us when we go to the bathroom. I am going to talk some shit today. My colleague was caught off guard when I explained to him there is nothing worst when you are all showered and suited up, got about 6 minutes to spare when decide to sneak one in right before work. The time allocated for the Notorious NUMBER 2 is about the span of a cigarette for me. When the cigarette is complete it is probably time to start making harsh decisions about circumstances that are going to make you late. I always try to use just how many flushes and the survey the width of the toilet paper roll to determine how much time I have. The truth is my stories of tardiness may seem a bit farfetched but I am always honest about them. How do you call work and tell them you are running late because you just couldn't stop wiping your ass? This is why I have developed the cutoff point. It is when you tell your ass and mind that you aren't going to wipe it no more and program yourself to stop boo booing before you are late. It doesn't always work unfortunately and you have to know when to start your day over again and wash your ass. This honest attempt to male bond didn't really work. The guy looked at me like I just exposed a baboon butt and had toilet paper hanging from my tale. When I was about 8years old I remember overflowing my grandmother’s toilet and freaking out as I stood in a one inch of water with questionable things floating around me. I finally decided to ask my uncle for help who was visiting and I remember how pissed off he was. It was embarrassing and added to taboo around going to the bathroom. I remember laying my coat down in a very big stall overflowing the toilet and completely soaking my coat as I stepped away from the situation. Those were the situations I could walk away from. They became somebody else’s problem right? Don't get twisted it wasn’t because I keep plugging toilets up either because there is nothing worse than being dressed up with friends out and about and having to explain why your pants and shoes are wet because the goddamn urinal over flowed on you in mid stream and you didn't know what to do. There was this one time I was on my way to a wrestling show and I decided that the beer was too expensive at Allstate Arena in Chicago. I stopped on the Northside to get a buzz before the show because my cash flow was running low. Six beers later I was pretty trashed with 1.5 hours to spare before the show. I ended up in gridlock airport traffic and reach a point where I have to break the seal and go pee really bad. My only option was to slam the rest of the Monster Energy drink I had which made me have to pee even more and attempt one of my many blotched attempts to pee in a can. This had become a very intimate setting and my failed attempts to successfully complete this mission in the past were filling my head. I remembered the time that I cut myself on the can and lost control of the car while passing 2 cop cars. This was haunting me because I ended up wet from that experience. Since I was almost in park mode I could actually pull down my pant and lift my hips up while my foot was still on the break. The people around me in their cars started to notice. I was drunk and my only paranoia was making sure there were no police around. I developed the what he fuck are you looking at look to the people around. This shows this was becoming a normal event in my life when it came to alcohol and shows. I was doing well when my foot slipped of the break. This was a DUI just waiting to happen and the way the can was positioned on my crotch made it feel like the warmth made it feel like I was already peeing all over myself. I lost control of the situation quickly. I was left completely soaked in pee shirt to underwear. The cold of the wet started to kick in and of course traffic started to move. I was still on pace to make it to the show on time but I had to think fast. The normal person may have just ended the night but I was experienced with the term Hoe Bath and had a few supplies on hand. Baby wipes a small secret stash would eliminate the cleanliness factor. The underwear went out the window. I had taken off my hoodie before hand just in case which so I had a top to wear. Keep in mind I am driving while all this changing and cleaning was going on. There is nothing like going 90mph bare assed with one hand one wheel and a baby wipe in the other one. I could buy a new shirt at the show that was no problem which leads me to the pants situation. I spent most of the drive with the heater on full blast to dry the seat but my jeans were the problem. They were drying but they were going to smell. With 19 minutes to spare and the knowing that would have to interact with the Rosemont Police Department I had to gain my composure. I had two wipes left and 15 minutes to left when I parked. I was dry but I had to make a decision. Would I smell like pee all night or run to target with my two wipes and go commando to this show? I start to run through Allstate Arena parking lot. I buy a pair of army looking pants and have my final wipe fest and GO! I throw my soiled pants in the trunk as I stopped looking at the clock. Somehow someway I make to my section with another beer in my hand as the pyro was going off. I didn’t miss any of the show, somehow avoided embarrassment, had some personal growth in one of my many experiences of using the bathroom against the clock.

A SOUL CONFUSION: LAURYN HILL

There has been many questions and controversy around Lauryn Hill and her recent tour. I am firm believer that the real story behind the artist can be told in their live performances. The sell out crowd at the House of Blues in Chicago on January 20, 2011 wanted some questions answered. What the hell happened to Lauryn Hill? The reports of Lauryn showing up late 2 hours to her shows and performing versions of songs that the fans do not recognize have caused some people to walk out of her shows in other cities. The show was advertised on Ticketmaster that Lauryn would hit the stage at 11pm. She presented herself right before midnight. The opening DJ was spinning classic Hip-Hop tracks to get the crowd hyped before the show. The tone the DJ set gave the fans the impression we were going to see classic Lauryn Hill tonight. This would not be the show everyone expected to see. Lauryn steers away from the traditional concert experience. She opens the show with a unrecognizable track that sounded strange to the ear. The one thing that was apparent was her voice is not damaged. She sounded like she never left the scene but she did not perform an opening act that would get the fans attention. The tracks that she presented seemed to purposely confuse the fans. There were moments when I glanced back to look up at the people on the balcony to see lost faces of confusion. I tried to keep my focus but I was getting lost in band and bizarre beady beats coming out of Lauryn Hill's mouth. I wanted to look into her soul to figure out the true message she was trying to communicate. I realized that her objective was to feed on our emotions. She knew everyone was on the edge of anticipation to hear classic Fugee and Miseducation tracks. This group wanted to see her succeed and were still cheered her on waiting and waiting for the moment. The classic Hip-Hip atmosphere was fading fast. It was like someone pulled the plug on the Neo-Soul of the 90s. I contemplated backing off the floor area because it was obviously clearing out. I decided to stay where I was because it was becoming comfortable which isn't what I am use to. The show escalated to an exaggeration of the Fugees and Lauryn Hill's only album. It became Lauryn Hill the musical with 10-15 minute versions of songs that seemed to have no ending. The fans wanted one simple thing from Lauryn Hill. They wanted to able to sing along and share a moment with the artist. She didn't deliver in that part. Watching the fans try to sing along was becoming painful and the effort of Generation Undefined was heartfelt. Does Lauryn Hill have a future in the music industry? The music wasn't bad. I heard a new genre of soul in the tracks she performed. I call it Futuristic Soul. It's a trippy sound that really fits into today's music. It's something that brings the funk back in today's music. I am just not confident that Lauryn Hill is the artist that will bring this sound into the mainstream. I started to dream about a budding artist with a voice that picked up on the genre on this cold night in Chicago. I hope that this artist will also remember how important it is respect the people that believe in you. Lauryn Hill's wasn't on drugs, she didn't yell out racial slurs, and this was a well organized performance. There were fans in attendance that loved the show but if anyone walked away with a better understanding of the artist and what she stands for I eagerly anticipate your interpretation. Lauryn Hill promised new music in the future. Could she possible be hinting toward that sophomore album we have all been waiting for? Curiosity and faith will keep Lauryn Hill from loosing one but there is an entire generation out there looking for a voice. The confusion and inconsistency of this artist shows she needs definition probably more than us.