Mojo's-a-go-go
March 2, 2008 at 4:14 p.m.
What started off with MC’s Steddy P blowing the crowd’s mind with clearly spit lyrics and cliché lines like, “When I say hip-hop you say don’t stop,” people held their beers high and participated. Oh, and he didn’t stop. A local at the bar said that he thinks Steddy P is Columbia’s best rapper.
As the hours grew later, Mojo’s grew weirder. I should have figured that it was foreshadowing when I walked up the deck and saw a man clad in fur pants in the corner meditating topless. After Steddy P, Thesis, and Bustrip left the stage, the smoke machines rolled and a pink ambiance filled the stage. The main act of the night, Ssion, was something that can only be described as a melding of Cleopatra, Rick James, and Madonna, gone so wrong that it was almost right. The male lead was bookended by two men in skintight body suits. After one song, they underwent a switch from NASCAR checkers to smiley faces with the smile tactfully placed over their lower regions.
It’s a good thing that they were performing, because if they were wearing those outfits for the fun of it, I would have been concerned. Regardless, it fit in perfectly with the anything goes feel of the festival, and never left an opportunity for the word ‘boring’ to be used.
-Natalie Durkovich
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