Last night, Kid Cudi rocked the WaMu Theater. Rocked it. I'll keep this post short and sweet for now, but let me just say it was better than I expect, and I expected it to amazing. I knew it'd be a good time, and it was. But, I had no idea I was going to experience musical bliss. I usually reserve my musical outings for indie, rock, folksy shit that I'm really into, but I've always loved Kid Cudi and his spin on hip-hop and rap. He did not disappoint last night. He swooned me. A rapper that swoons? I think that's saying a helluva lot. He wore this Boy Meets World plaid shirt around his waist, a leather jacket, jeans, and wayfarers. What the fuck he looked good! With a deep bass and focused band backing him up, Kid Cudi sang out. He was actually singing and that's was impressed me the most. He didn't get winded, he wasn't just speak-singing and then rapping. He was doing it all. It was so good I disregarded all the chubby, sweaty girls 'n' boys bouncing off of me. Me, the dumb girl who wore jeans. Mis. Take. Regardless, I would re-live that night anytime (even though is was HOT AS SHIT in there).
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