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July 11, 2004
Who: Biz Markie
Where: The Southpaw, Brooklyn.
The Jester of Rap, or "Clown Prince of Hip Hop" as Time Out New York described him played to a sub-capacity crowd tonight where onlookers were hoping for more. That's right, somebody has beat The Biz. Apprently, according to the barmaid, playing "the diva," The Biz was tired and didn't want to headline.
His warm-up, MC-Who-Gives-A-Crap, stank up the room so bad that one gentlemen commented, as the room went quiet, "Biz - You gotta save us!" And it looked like he might.
Twenty minutes later, he's gone. Four songs and he clears out. They bring out this Daniel Merriweather fella who sucked sh*t through a tube. Of course the room began to clear despite rumors The Biz might return for an encore.
The evening was filled with 20's. 20 bucks for tickets. 20 minutes to get there. 20 minutes of The Biz. And 20 seconds before I hated Daniel Merriweather and all the pomp and circumstance that went into his introduction.
Biz, ya did me wrong. Let's not let that happen again.
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