Friday, August 28, 2009

My One Night Stand With Trey Songz....


This past Tuesday I went to the Highline Ballroom to see Trey Songz perform for his album release concert. Although I've never bought one of his cd's for the first time I was definitely paying attention to him. I'd gotten a hold of his free mixtape "Anticipation" some time ago and loved every minute of it. If you haven't heard yourself it's definitely worth a quick search on the internet to find the free download.


I've never been to the Highline which is located downtown on 16th Street. It sits, awkwardly, next to a Western Beef grocery store. The venue is small but honestly there isn't a bad seat in the house which worked out well for me since I arrived much later than I'd initially planned and the line was wrapped around the corner by the time I did show. Of course, by then, it was virtually impossible to get to the front of the stage. DJ Self dj'd the event and if his set was any indication of what the rest of the show would be like I figured I was in for a big treat. Unfortunately, I was wrong. But first something else about DJ Self - I'd definitely go to any party where he's spinning. He's funny, entertaining and like I said he can put a set together that keeps the dancefloor packed, but I digress. .
Now back to Trey... I think I should, at least, preface all of what I'm about to say with "I'm certain that every thing was not 100% in his hands. Therefore, adequate blame must also be placed on the likes of his band, manager and the sound egineer who occupied the booth." I say this because DJ Self's set sounded perfect - Trey's, not so much. Here I was thinking I was about to hear and see the mastermind behind "Anticipation", someone who I felt had the sustinct possibility of bringing r&b/soul music back to where it belongs - sure underneath all soul songs are about love and sex generally speaking but the greats like Teddy Pendergrass, Marvin Gaye and Luther sing it with such tenderness and clever yet simple word play that it lasts through time. And I thought I'd found my guy...you can only imagine how suprised I was when a total stranger showed up in his place.

When he first hit the stage I could tell immediately that something was wrong with the sound...it seemed somehow muffled and muted, even with the band playing live fifteen feet in front of me. Didn't they have a sound check? Couldn't they hear it too? If they did they kept right on playing, pretending everything was fine. Trey Songz comes out looking cute enough. Donned in mostly black (slacks, shirt and jacket) he immediately goes into the intro to one of his songs but its all off. The tone, the band playing under water,his mic being too low...nothing meshed. I immediately wished he had back up singers. Now mind you the ladies up front are still screaming there heads off. I see a couple of people looking round like WTF but for the most part the audience was in it with him.

From every obviously contrived hand rubbing his jaw and chest to the even more comspicuous shouting of "It's getting hot in here!" while unbuttoning his shirt, **insert screams**, Yes they were feeding right into it - screaming louder than the muffled band at times. I wound up being totally distracted from Trey when the drummer and piano guy finally figured out how bad things were and trying, witout success, to straiten it out. If it weren't for the two shots of Patron and the Carona I had I might've gave up halfway through the set and left but I braved it out for the conclusion. I mean I did pay $30 bucks for this. Around this time I realized that Mary J Blige is sitting in the balcony watching as well. Yall know how Mary do. Sitting all cool behind dark shades. She wasn't dancing though. Not at all from what I saw.

Anyways, he did sing a wide selection of songs. He did a couple old joints I'd never heard of before getting into his older radio hits and of course you can't help but sing along at times. You cant deny it, he does have some hot joints under his belt. He also did some songs off the new album "Ready" and his mixtape "Anticipation". In the end I just couldn't get pass the horrible sound system and the wack, over exaggerated show that Trey put on. I felt like his heart wasn't in it. He looked like he'd done and said those exact same things at every show since he started this tour. He seemed to be simply going through the motions, not really connecting to the us, the audience, at all.

I laughed out loud when towards the very end, in true cheesey fashion, Trey balls up his sweat soaked long sleeve button-down and holds it high into the air. The sweaty ladies go wild!! Some are already jumping as if that'll give them a head start. "Whoever gets this has to sleep in this tonight!" he says, "So who wants it?!" Now, is it me or is that just nasty! I'm sorry but that's some "repugnant sh*t?" (c) Ordell Robbie - Jackie Brown.
Exuse me. Your telling me that you want me to put your sweaty rags on my freshly showered body and then lay in my clean and comfortable bed...and sleep....really? I mean who comes up with this stuff?! It was too much. Yet I couldn't turn away until I watched him toss it into the audience where, I'm sure, it was litterally ripped to shreads. Or so I presume....I honestly didn't stay long enough to witness the aftermath. I didn't have the heart. I didn't buy the cd either. They were selling them in the lobby for $15 when they know perfectly well you can get them for $9.99 at Bestbuy. *smh*
I left through the exit doors feeling cheated. All I wanted was to see the sexy, confident, R&B ladies man with so much potential that I'd imagined "Trey Songz" to be when in actuality he simply tried his best to pretend to be. The point is that I was highly dissapointed in an artist that I believe has extraodinary capabilities to be so much more. Please get your act together baby bro and tighten up your team, your only as good as those who surround you.

1 comment:

R. D. Lockhart said...

Excellent literary interpretation of your steamy hot encounter with huge upstart talent, Mr. 3 Songs. I thoroughly enjoyed your delightfully light-hearted, yet astute recollections of what has become music in the new millennium... a hot and sweaty sub-standard substitute that leaves you wanting for more but unable to find it... ~R.D.