Last night Neutron the Connoseuir and I attended a hip-hop function at the Red Light Cafe. There were unsigned rap artists performing and giving us a tatse of their music. Basically, everyone sucked. If you were one of the people performing and you're reading this, please don't be affended. Just brush up on your skills. The first act was just...COUNTRY! I mean, i'm southern myself, but JEESSH! The dude started singing about how fine some girl was that she reminded him of a box of chicken. Then he performed 1,000 makeshift skits. The next performer was the wackest. He had a hypeman who wasn't hype and his lyrics went straight down the drain. UGH. The third performer we caught was a mutual friend of ours. I had my doubts about him at first, but he shut me and the other failing performers up with the first song. Of course he may have made a few tiny mistakes, but it was his first performance ever and her performed about 827498741 songs, remembering every single word (probably even freestyling a little). I applaud you, J'Bon the Backpacker. 
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