Hip Hop Unity a huge travesty

Much hyped and anticipated show was a disaster with no big names

By RYANPEARSON
Staff Writer

     For a concert promoter attempting to bring a superstar array of hip hop talent together for "the biggest hip hop show ever on planet earth," Edgewater Entertainment, the shadowy and mysterious promoter of last Friday's Hip Hop Unity Fest '98 ("In honor of Tupac, Eazy E and Notorious B.I.G"), fell far short of its goal to pack the Coliseum for a six-hour extravaganza featuring such hip-hop luminaries as Kurupt, Warren G, DMX, Jay-Z, Jermaine Dupri, Busta Rhymes, Redman, Foxy Brown and Shaquille O'Neal.
     In fact, the promoter fell far short of a more modest goal to pack the L.A. Sports Arena for a five-hour show featuring a lineup of artists such as E-40, Craig Mack, Run DMC, Ice T, Whodini, Onyx, Missy Elliot or Nate Dogg.
     Fliers and posters were distributed more than a month ago, advertising that all of the above artists would be performing live in concert. In between then and midnight last Friday, something - no, everything - must have gone horribly wrong for the promoters. First of all, the concert's slow ticket sales forced a change in venue from the Coliseum to the smaller Sports Arena. Then, as approximately 5,000 concertgoers found out when they arrived for the 7 p.m. start, almost none of the advertised artists or groups would be performing.
     A seemingly endless line of unknown hip hop, R&B and African drum acts found its way onto the Sports Arena stage during the first three hours of the concert. One could almost hear the audience's collective jaw drop as instead of Foxy, they were given Sylk-E-Fyne. Instead of Keith Murray, there was Fiesty from Chicago. Instead of Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz, there was a line of Nigerian drummers and dancing fat ladies. Instead of Warren G, there was some actor from Moesha attempting to rap.
     Most of these untalented performers seemed extremely excited to be there and stayed onstage for as long as possible, enjoying the spotlight and the cameras trained on them. Quite often, however, the spotlight didn't seem to like them very much, as Fiesty was forced to perform a cappella when stage managers couldn't find his song's background music.
     "I can't believe I came all the way from Chicago for this (expletive)," Fiesty complained to a sympathetic crowd. Sylk-E-Fyne had her microphone cut in and out for three excruciating minutes before a stagehand gave her a functional one.
     After three hours of what seemed to be a cruel practical joke on those who bought the $30-40 tickets, an abrupt concentration of actual, name-brand talent appeared. Tash from the Alkaholiks, Daz, Xzibit, Jayo Felony, Ras Kass, Mack 10, Mr. Short Khop, AllfrumthaI, Slick Rick, KRS-One and Mad Lion all attempted to revive an audience whose eyes had glazed over long ago with disgust and boredom at the antics of opening acts. It didn't work. This mass of L.A. artists and three New York representatives (excluding KRS-One, Ras Kass and Xzibit), seemed to sleepwalk through their songs. The audience was tired and disappointed, and most of the rappers played down to their level.
     Mr. Short Khop's crew threw hundreds of promo singles out to the audience and was soon forced to duck and cover as the audience threw about the same amount right back at it. Mack 10 walked off the stage in disgust at the audience's lack of interest. before being persuaded to return for his somnolent set. Slick Rick seemed content to let his jewelry, clothes and status as a hip-hop icon perform for him, and Jayo Felony spent most of his set mumbling his trademark "Uh huh. What?"
     An energetic Xzibit and delightful KRS-One (the last of 15 acts) saved the show from complete disaster in the same way that those guys playing classical music in "Titanic" saved the ship from going down. They may have added a bit of pleasant musical distraction, but there was nothing that could be done to liven up this hip-hop concert which seemed dead in the water before the very first flier was posted.

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This article was published in Vol. 135, No. 63 (Tuesday, December 8, 1998), beginning on page 7 and ending on page 10.