Do Rap Concerts Deserve Their Bad Rap?


Haley Goodman

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Before this year, I would’ve sworn up and down that concerts are the best thing that ever happened to me. Other than the negative effect they have on my bank account, concerts brought joy and happiness into my life. But on January 31st, that all changed.

I went to my first rap concert, G-Eazy. Now I wouldn’t necessarily say I was a rap concert enthusiast but I’ve been to festivals where rappers performed. In my head I didn’t expect anything more than the mass of sweaty bodies jammin’ together to some great music, but I was faced with something completely different. The girl to my left wore her hair in a huge bun, and decided everytime someone rubbed her the wrong way she was going to swing her rather large hips in a huge circle, knocking multiple people over in the process.

There was also a teenage guy a little farther to my left who passed out 30 minutes before the first opening act even came on stage. His friends picked him up and got him water, but not even 5 minutes later he was back on the ground unconscious. The guys finally realized that keeping their friend in a very crowded, very hot, and very loud environment while he was not feeling so good was not the best option. Everyone around me felt better with the sickly concert goer out of the crowd, and went back to impatiently waiting for the performance to begin.

Before the concert even started it was a crazy experience. My friend and I spent the morning exploring Dallas and eating pizza slices bigger than our faces. About an hour before the doors opened sketchy people started selling t-shirt for discounted prices, but one of the opening acts’ “crew” wasn’t allowing it. I witnessed some middle aged man get mugged and then he “called his boss” and kept rambling about how they were going to pay for the t-shirts they “stole”. That definitely set the tone for the night.

If hundreds of sweating people, most of whom had been waiting 7+ hours outside the venue, packed together waiting in suspense for their favorite artist to come out wasn’t chaotic enough, when G-Eazy did come out everyone involuntary got at least 3 feet closer to the stage. Which would’ve been great if it wasn’t caused by multiple elbows in the back. At times during this concert I literally was lifted off my feet (which isn’t that hard because I’m 5’1 and weigh like 115 pounds) and shifted around.

Another downside to concerts in general, not just rap, is the obnoxious people under the influence. There were an abundant of people spilling their drinks and during rap concerts the atmosphere is a little more crazy which I think rubbed off on the people who weren’t sober.

As shady and violent as rap concerts can be, I will never tell someone to shy away from seeing music they like live due to fear of being trampled. I had so much fun at G-Eazy even though I left tired and even a little bit injured, and would tell anyone that asked that it was worth my 35 dollars and entire Sunday.