Occasionally, we find ourselves in a situation or state of mind where we suddenly realize that the song playing in the background fits the moment perfectly. Sometimes, this coincidence is so perfect that both the song and the moment become ingrained in our memory together in perfect matrimony. Last night, as Devin the Dude showered the audience with his silky smooth sound, it became one of those moments.
As a sweet haze began drenching the cozy, intimate venue, Devin's beats seemed to get slower and sexier , and his slick-as-hell dance moves began melting into and accenting his rhymes. His voice was crisp, mellow, and familiar like the way a lovable friend gets after he's gotten a bit too high and starts spitting wisdom left and right.
With all the blunts being passed up and down the stage, there was no doubt that the audience and the artist were about to get on the same page and remain there for the rest of the show. We were all straight chillin without any worries in our minds or tension in our muscles and Devin made sure to keep us there. Not a single beat, syllable, or lyric sounded out of place that night. Even when the Coughee Brothaz teamed up with Devin to do the deliciously filthy "She Want That Money," I couldn't help but groove to lines that were reminiscent of both Neruda and Wordsworth: "She was trying to sell some pussy to me for 'bout 40 dollars a nut, and I like to nut like three times, so that's 120 dollars I can save if this bitch just gives me some pussy for free."
For a good ass time with some melt-your-bones groovin, catch Devin the Dude next time he comes to your small-town venue. Be sure to come equipped with enough blunts for blazing before and after the show with your buddies, and during the show with Devin.
