The time I survived an Ice Cube concert
I had never witnessed such power, emotion and angst all-in-one than I did during an Ice Cube concert. His persona was electrifying, at best, and you could feel the aggression in each person’s wave as it swayed to the music. Each word represented a sort of philosophy about surviving gang-life on the rough streets of Compton, California - the struggle, the power and, ultimately, death of his friends, who were like brothers to him.
Oftentimes, I meet people who don’t really understand or appreciate the true nature of rap music. It’s history-in-the-making. What I found truly amazing was that one person had so much influence over thousands of revelers, yet kept a peaceful presence. I imagine that's not an easy feat to accomplish.
Disclaimer: I have utilized stock photography for this blog since I didn’t photograph this band/artist.