BEP Takes it to the Mountain
The 84 Lumber Golf Classic was this past week and there were more than enough ‘complimentary’ tickets going around, so we said, “What the heck. Let’s go.”
But not to see the PGA Tour. Oh no. What we went to see was the Black Eyed Peas. On the Polo Field at Nemacolin Woodlands. In the mud.
Opening act for the Peas was Margot A or B or C or T. She was just okay. Her bandmates tried to get the crowd to join in a sing-a-long…twice…but the crowd wouldn’t oblige. I kinda felt bad for them. Margot was on at 7ish and off before 8.
After a lengthy wait, at 8:30ish the Peas took the stage. We thought we had some decent spots claimed, but as soon as they hit the stage every kid and drunken girlfriend went up on some poor guy’s shoulders and our view was effectively diminished. Thank goodness for the video screen for poor schmucks like us who were too timid to push forward.
One thing I always told my daughter–You can tell who’s really good by how they perform live. Fergie is really good. She was quite the show(wo)man, doing one-handed front walkovers while holding a mike and singing. And singing well. Color me impressed. She really stole the show for me. And she didn’t even pee her pants. Well, that I could see. I was sure she wouldn’t play “London Bridge” since it was a solo effort and she was with BEP, but sure enough, she did. The whole crowd was singing and dancing by this time.
They played most all their stuff from Elephunk and Monkey Business, including My Humps, Don’t Phunk With My Heart, Pump It and Hey Mama. By far, my favorite of the night was Let’s Get Retarded. Yes, ‘retarded’, not ‘it started’. I fell in love with that song when I first heard Elephunk and was always somewhat disappointed to hear the politically corrected lyrics once it hit the top ten. apl.de.ap also did a rap that was very cool…starting out slow and rappin’ like the FedEx guy by the end.
Good show, even though the video cut out before the encore. And don’t even get me started about the mob that formed at the bus lines once the concert was over. Really. To live through that once was enough.
