Admittedly, I wasn’t looking forward to reviewing the Freaknic Jam featuring Omarion/Bow Wow concert on Friday night. See, it was my day off and I was working frantically to get the book ready for workshopping. (he,he). But I thought it would be a good place for some people watching so I went and covered it for The Eagle.Click here to see the story.

Wouldn’t you know it? It was the most fun I had all week. And Naughty by Nature performed before Bow Wow (Omarion had a death in the family and couldn’t make it). Of course an old skool chic like me was LOVIN‘ IT. It took me back to my geeky days in middle and high school.

But above all, the concert reminded me how much I love hip-hop, not so much for the lyrics or music (although they’re hot too.) but for how it makes you feel. How it gave power to the powerless and voice to the voiceless. I love how every beat, every lick, every joint (song not herbal refreshment) is a call to arms and stirs something inside of me. It’s the truth set to song. Hell, it just makes you feel good.

Yeah, I had a Brown Sugar moment. I was Sid Shaw in the middle of it all and I had to ask, when did I fall in love with hip-hop. I don’t remember. It might have been one of those things that just happened like a comet hitting the Earth or when your body collides with someone in a dead run. It just one of those things.

Now, I know what you’re thinking. This is a writing blog, not a I-love-hip-hop-blog. But love is love and truth is truth. Writing is both as is hip-hop.