Yep. You heard me right. Here I sit hating him as I listen to “The Language of My World” and he’s KILLING me. He’s too talented, too smooth, too passionate, and too energetic for me to NOT hate him. The only thing that could make me hate Mr. Haggerty more would be if he were to win a fucking Nobel Peace Prize.
Let’s back up here. I realize that I’m probably not going to say anything that hasn’t already been said about the dude (after all, I am writing on a blog based in the 206). For a long time, Benny and Catch had been pushing Macklemore’s music on me. Problem is, when I get pushed I usually push back. So, like the ass that I am, I ignored it.
Which brings me to the recent situation. I finally started listening. I loved it. Benny emailed me: “Macklemore is coming to SLC. If you don’t go, I will kill you.” I’ve been threatened by people all my life and it has never had much effect on me, so I procrastinated. The day arrived and I realized I had made a grave mistake. Benny started to heckle me on Twitter, which eventually caught Macklemore’s attention……bringing me to the final reason I hate him. He is NICE. Nice on the mic, and most perplexingly, he’s nice to people. Including fucking dickheads like me, that somehow end up getting into his show without planning ahead or even paying the price of admission. That’s right, he got me into a sold-out show…. just because. It’s not like I had anything to offer in return for that favor. He just did it to be a nice guy. What an asshole.
I said whattup to the crew and met Macklemore outside Kilby Court, he shook my hand. I tried to thank him without acting like a complete idiot (pretty sure I failed miserably). Then we walked through the gate and he was mobbed by rabid teenage girls. That was the last I saw of him…until he hit the stage.
Energy on stage is almost always entertaining. Energy coupled with talent and heart, the kind where you can tell an artist is putting every bit of himself into the performance, is nothing short of awe-inspiring. The latter is what I witnessed that night. Macklemore was so genuinely amped to be on that stage, in that dumpy little venue, in front of those kids (including the stalker chick screaming in his ear, who had earlier heckled Blueprint), that I couldn’t help but admire his character. Achieving that level of intensity should take a gargantuan amount of work, but Macklemore was effortless. I haven’t felt that kind of energy at a show in a long time, and never in Salt Lake City. The Irish, alcohol-free, bafflingly considerate rapper formerly known as “Professor Macklemore” has just won over yet another fan, albeit a cynical, contemptible, and generally dickish one.
So, I guess this is the part where I say thank you. Thanks to Benny for being an annoying douche on Twitter, and thank you to Macklemore for being so accommodating. I tip my fitted to you sir. BrainSlice out.