Concert Review: Young Money America's Most Wanted at BankAtlantic Center

My friend and I wandered into the BAC's backstage area, hoping to find Lil Wayne. I had my video camera and was able to interview DJ Khaled and T-Streets before being escorted out of the area by a very large security guard. "Just go put your camera away and come back," he said.

I spoke with one of Young Money's new female artists, Shanell on the way out. "I

wrote the lyrics and the melody to Prom Queen," she said, "Its an

honor to write

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a song for Lil Wayne. For him to trust me, I must be pretty good at

what I do. Wayne's show has a hip-hop and rap section.

Then he plays his more

'catered for the ladies' R & B, his rock section, he has me come up

and sing Lollipop and Prom Queen, and then the rest of the Young Money

artists perform. Theres dancers, performers, a light show,

pyrotechnics, its a big show." 

I went back to the car and put my video camera away, but mission accomplished, sort of.

When I returned, I had missed Soulja Boy's performance, but Young Jeezy was onstage kicking some serious ass. Jeezy had a live band with a horn section, guitar, bass, keyboards, and a sick drummer that was playing like an African-American Keith Moon. I thought that he was going to throw his drum sticks into the audience after every song. 

"Put your cell phones in the air," exclaimed Jeezy as the crowd went

ape shit, "this is Dade and Broward county." Just out of old school

rock concert-goer habit, I held up my lighter, but a security guard

quickly pointed a flashlight in my face and told me to put it away.

Man, the times are changin'.

I walked over to the procession

stand to purchase a hot dog ($5.50) and some fries ($5.00). "It smells

like marijuana in there," said a very young man to his friend. I looked

around and realized that the audience's demographic was 13-15 years

old. I felt like a hall monitor at a Junior High as I stumbled through

the aisles eating my hot dog. Flashback: 1986, West Palm Beach

Auditorium. Iron Maiden and Yngwie.

I was 13 years old, and it was my first concert. Jeezy had finished his

set and the lights in the arena came back on. "Jeezy is such a

gangsta," said the young woman sitting next to me. She introduced

herself as Danielle and continued, "I love Lil Wayne. I want to go home

with him. My boyfriend wouldn't care if I had sex with Wayne."


lights went off, as fireworks and some serious pyrotechnics exploded.

Suddenly, Weezy F. Baby stood onstage. He looked at us and screamed

into the microphone, "If you came to have a great motherfucking time

say, 'Hell yeah nigga!" We chanted the phrase in unison as Lil Wayne

began with his hit song, A Milli. Mack Maine

walked out and filled in for T-Pain on "Got Money." I felt chills in

the back of my neck as the stage lights reflected from Wayne's diamond

teeth. "This a way, that a way...."

Dancers came out, stripper

poles popped up, Lil Wayne took off his hat and tossed it into the

crowd. A near riot ensued as the arena transformed into a space ship.

"We are not the same, I am a martian," said Lil Wayne. We responded,

"Phone home! Phone home!"  He jumped around the stage  David  Lee  Roth style, playing guitar solos in rock star fashion.   


couldn't take the intensity any longer. I ran to the bathroom and

stared at myself in the mirror for a few seconds. The bathroom

acoustics were incredible as I stood alone. A man with a broom walked

up to me and said, "I am little Wayne," showing me his name tag for

verification. "Wayne." I got back to my seat just as Lil Wayne walked

off stage.  "Any smokers in here?" asked the DJ, "I ain't talkin about

tobacco." The crowd cheered as Lil Wayne came back out and performed

the song, Kush. "I smoke that kush, like a ball go swoosh." Birdman

walked out and sang, "We takin over!" They played some more songs, and introduced these two awesome little rappers, Lil Twist (16) and Lil Chuckee (13).


concert began to feel like a motivational, evangelical, spiritual

experience. "Do you  believe in God?" asked Weezy.  The crowd screamed 

like  they  did for The Beatles at Shea Stadium

in 1965. "Because  I believe in God."  He continued,  "Close your eyes

and just think." I closed my eyes as Wayne said, "Think about the lives

that we have lost." I thought about my Dad as he continued, "For the

past few years, Miami 305 has been my home. I am home, bitch!" 


green cloud of smoke hovered over the crowd. Every breathe filled my

nostrils with the sweet smell. Five huge TV screens surrounded the

stage, giving the audience close-ups of Lil Wanye. He rapped about Adam

Sandler, Stuart Scott,

and went into "Ms. Officer." "I don't fantasize...I master-mind," he said

between songs, "Let me introduce the Young Money All-Stars." The stage

became filled with people as the band jammed away. I wrote, "Young

Money is like a Miami sports team and Lil Wayne is like Magic Johnson,"

on a small piece of paper.

"Make some noise for Michael!" The

large TV screens showed various pictures of Michael Jackson as Young

Money and the crowd sang along to "Thriller." This was the end of the

show. A tribute to MJ. Amazing.

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