We attended the Jay-Z concert in Miami last week and it was all kinds of incredible. I never really feel like I have the right to say that I am a huge rap/hip hop fan, as I feel like a huge motherfuckin’ poser when uttering the words, but after attending this show and singing along to every lyric I’ve had an existential epiphany. I Claude-Alicia, am not a wankster, and am aware that I am not of the African American race, but will continue to wear fitted caps, snapbacks, and oversized tees, wave my palm up and down, stand on my seat, and sing along no matter how much whiter it makes me look. To summarize the rest of our evening in a sentence, we had a bit too much to drink pre-during-and post show, and well….I now have lyrics tattooed under my feet…you live and learn bra…live and learn.
No matter where you go, you are what you are player