Falz The Experience’ had all to everything to make it the most memorable concert of 2017
Lagos came out to take care of Falz. The Eko agreement centre anywhere it held, was packed to near-capacity. I met two guys who ended the trip up from Owerri, remunerated for departure tickets, blocked at a inn in Victoria Island. Bought big wheel tickets, and sewed a new Agbada.
Fam, he sewed a new Agbada, for Falz. Greater have a weakness for hath no man.
Falz had a elongated lean of backers, and both one came dressed for the occasion. For ‘Chardonnay music’, he wore a pasty tux, invited Chyn and Poe to portion a schooner of Chardonnay with him, even as rapping about verve and the entire its slight things. Yemi Alade brought her link tribulations to him with ‘Marry me’ and ‘Single and searching’. His cat-and-mouse game with Simi was furthermore a prominent feature, while Phynowas instrumental in escaping the pitfalls of ‘Karashika’. here was freedom for Ycee to tag-team on ‘Something light’, and the enthusiastic response rang out for Reminisce on ‘Atewo’.
whereas Falz would in no way give leave to enter this in public, but M.I Abagafeatured highly on the show. The Chocolate metropolis boss had tasked Nigerian rappers to make up Hip-hop in a individual design with his record ‘You rappers must handle up your lives.’Falz himself isn’t regarded as a rapper by Hip-hop heads in Nigeria. And subsequently by extension, he’s a appendage of the gang M.I is dialogue against. During the concert, a send-up rest in a courtroom showed Falz on difficulty for ‘breaking the regulations of Hip-hop’. How did he plead?
As guilty as a puff-puff thief. And he did it with his chest.
“I can see Daddy and Mommy, my entire family. Give a shout out to my family,” he told the crowd, who cheered for the couple who provided us with such a talent. But Falz was not done. As he performed ‘Soft work’, he went close to his mother to say the immortal lines: “We came through in a Mercedes, Mama look at how we made it, a little liquor and some ladies, we dey turn up on the daily.”
I didn’t know how I felt about it. But it was a powerful moment. Perhaps, more powerful than Davido not standing down from singing his glorious diss line to Dele Momodu, his friend-turned-family-turned-foe-turned-raw material-turned-enemy-turned-friend again. “Mr Dele na my boy, Dele na my boy!” I screamed that out too. Who wouldn’t want a boy named Dele? Not me. I want all the Deles I can have.
At the end, this was a near-perfect show produced by Livespot renowned for ground-breaking concepts, and Bahd Guys Entertainment, the record label founded by Falz. Every part of the event came together, and Falz gave the best performance of his life on that stage.
It was enjoyed by everyone who attended. But no one enjoyed it as much as the bald old man with a silver beard, who sat a few chairs from me, singing ‘Soft work’, and miming like he drinks wine every evening made from grapes, hand-plucked from the sunny vineyards of Pamplona, Spain. That guy was soft and elegant. Perhaps softer than Falz himself.
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