Time travel is possible. Hearing Nas perform at Riot Fest Denver took me back to 1994, when I would ride around town with my big brother in his baby blue Honda Accord jammin’ Illmatic. He’d keep his left hand on the wheel and use his right hand to make the motion of scratching a turntable on his dashboard, passing me the imaginary mic to rap my verse. I was seven. Thanks for a killer show, and taking me back to one of my favorite memories, Nas.
Freelance