For a sec, I thought I was at Mad Wednesdays. The words of Maria Davis were playin' in my head: "Now you see that's why our people don't have anything. Because we don't know how to go in places and act properly." Yes I witnessed the madness at the Seaport last night. And I didn't even feel safe in the VIP tent! That Jay-Z club scene in MTV's Diary where he goes after Beans played in my mind. "No one in this stage of my career should be in a situation like this." Damn you B.Dot! What am I doin'? What am I doin'? I'm damn near 40. No Noah Shebib. Seriously I don't blame Drake for the madness. Nor the NYPD. Sadly, I have to blame the good folks at Paper Magazine and the concert organizers. None of the acts performed! You can't have a gang of rambunctious youth standing on top of each for hours with no music or entertainment and not expect things to go ape shit eventually. Where was a DJ? Some tunes could've soothed the savage lil beasts. (No "Hard In The Paint") Hanson or not—this is hip-hop, goddamnit. Gotta give the people what they want or you best protect ya neck.
