IOWA CITY — I saw this early in the week and didn’t know that the Snoop Dogg photos were from The Gazette.
Yes, we the newspaper had this, sat on it and I didn’t know about it until Brian Ray, our former photographer and now the UI’s sports photographer, told me, “Dummy, you guys have that high-res pic of Snoop Dogg.”
All I have to say is “oops.”
OK it was 2002. I was a little busy with the football, which was on its way to a breakthrough season under head coach Kirk Ferentz.
(Hey, here we are again. At least for now. I probably shouldn’t tell you guys Sports Illustrated was in town on Tuesday. Panic at your own discretion.)
So, there are a couple of Snoop Dogg photos attached to this post.
Here’s the review. (Diana Nollen reviewed. I read the first part. I’m not sure this is going to ring loudly with hip-hop fans. I’ll just say she has an email.)
Hmm, I wonder what the controlled substances were.
CEDAR RAPIDS - Snoop Dogg is good at was he does, but what he does isn’t good.
Rap’s top dog brought his entourage to 3,798 fist-waving fans Tuesday night at the U.S. Cellular Center. And his profanity and his penchant for violent, anti-social lyrics.
His demeanor belies his subject matter, as the lean, lanky one appears subdued, mild-mannered and interested in his audience. He sported a University of Iowa sweatshirt and a couple of his “soldiers” donned Iowa basketball-style shirts.
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So what do you read into that? Anything? Was it a nod to the home team or a flip of the finger to the school that turned down a Halloween 2001 concert at the UI Field House, citing safety concerns.
A few disorderly fans were led away in handcuffs Tuesday night. Police reported 13 arrests for possession of a controlled substance and seven arrests for public intoxication. But the vast majority of the young crowd behaved in a very orderly manner. They danced to the hip-hop tunes on the way-too-long 65-minute break between bands, although a few obviously got bored
and decided to scuffle or hoist some guys overhead in the ever-popular game of body passing. Around 10:15 p.m., the barking began. Snoop Dogg. Snoop Dogg. A few minutes later, Snoop and his posse hit the stage, cranked up the profanity, and urged the fans to shout it back. Which they did, with gusto.
He dragged out the gangsta material that helped earn him a notorious slice of fame in the ‘90s. The lyrics glorified everything from suicide to crime to cop-hating, urging the fans to “put your middle fingers in the air. F--- the police.”
His two “songs for the ladies” can’t even be described in a family newspaper, and no self-respecting female would feel honored by the lyrics.
He has a certain egocentric style and larger-than-life presence, with about 18 or so men joining him on stage to rap, scratch rhythms or lurk like pitbulls at the ready.
I can appreciate his place at the top of the rap genre, I see how he got there, I just can’t embrace his music. He claims to be reformed in certain areas of his life, and is branching out into television and movies, but his concert drew heavily from his early hard-core hits. He barely glanced at his latest CD, “Paid Tha Cost To Be Da Bo$$.”
Opening act was Slap Back, six California rappers with laid-back, funk rhythms and unexpected harmonies wrapped around their words. They actually used instruments, including bass, guitar and drums, whereas Snoop had a DJ mixing the recorded rhythms.
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