This time last week I was rocking at the KISS concert in Philadelphia- with my daughter! The concert, the third one I have seen, was electrifying, mind-blowing, awesomeness! Firewrks shooting out of Bruce Kulick's guitar, Paul Stanley flying across the room, Gene Simmons "levitating" up to the ceiling platform- it's a rock fan's dream. And they had all the makeup!
But just last night I went not to a rock concert but to a Pitbull concert with a group of friends, most of whom did not know his music, but they wanted to have fun and see what all the fuss I make was about. Pitbull (Armando Cristián Pérez) from Miami had a hard life growing up, even living in foster care for a while. He's been working his way up the ranks in the hip hop world, finally hitting the big time with his crossover "I know You Want Me," this summer.
Well, he didn't show up for 3 hours, during which time they had two brief acts spaced an hour apart. The mosh pit group (under 21) could only stand there and hold their space.
When, at 10:00 Pitbull finally showed up, I was ticked off and my feet hurt from my heels. But once I saw him leap onto the stage, I began to scream like one of the kids there.
He sang all his crossover hits like "I know you Want Me," "Krazy," "Anthem," "Go GIrl," "Culo" (yes, I said Culo) and some of his harder hip hop songs. Every one of them, explicit lyrics in some aside, had every person in the club dancing- even my group of old fogies. I originally decided to give Pitbull a listen because he was a guy in his twenties proud of his Cuban roots and stands up against castro's tyranny. I was hooked. The man can move, too!
His songs are not for the weak of heart- the easily offended would not approve of many of the the lyrics, but once you get bumpin' on the dance floor, you don't even pay attention to it. It was a blast for me and my friends and a cultural experience in many ways as well.