God Damnit Carson Daly

Alright, so last week, me and my buddy Ryan found out that Nas was going to be performing a mini concert on the NBC lot in Burbank. This was good news for two reasons. Nas happens to be one of the best rappers alive and Ryan works on the NBC lot so he could get us in with little effort. Ryan scored two passes but there was a small catch to being able to see this little performance, that catch being in order to get into it, we had to sit through a taping of Last Call: with Carson Daly.


One would think that this is a small price to pay in order to see their favorite musician. This would be true in every other circumstance except for this certain one certin occasion. The hype man that warms up the audience for the show was one of those guys who was really happy go lucky guy, but in private with no audience to entertain, he does poppers just to remind himself that he exists.

Anyways, it was this asshole that had the nerve to get up in front of an audience and tell me that Nas isn't coming. But he doesn't say it out right. He just says "Young Jeezy is here!" Now I'm not the brightest bulb in the box, but I do know this. Young Jeezy is not Nas. Not even close to Nas. Oddly enough most of the audience caught on too this as well. Several shouted "what about Nas". No answer. That hype man bastard just stood there with that waxy smile on his face. But he doesn't tell us this until after the taping has begun. That means THERE IS NO ESCAPE. You can't leave the studio aside from shitting you own pants and being escorted out. I don't have that kind of will power.

So we sat through an interview with Jamie Kennedy who was pro moting the program The Ghost Whisperer. A show about Jennifer Love Hewitt and how she talks to ghosts.....this is on television....and now Jamie Kennedy talks to them too. On the next show was that tatted out chick from LA ink, who used to be on Miami Ink but was too much of a bitch to last on that show. So her and Caron babbled about god knows what for five minutes....five jokeless, souless minutes. The only redeeming moment was when Jim Norton sat on stage and talked about Hillary Clinton's vagina, which is entertain for as long as ou don't picture what her vagina looks like. Did you picture it yet? Give it a second........yeah there it is. It really sucks doesn't?

So Nas, I like your stuff. But the whole no show at Carson Daly and making me sit for 3 hours and listen to fucking drivel about Ghost Whisperer and tattoos....for three hours. And then holding out, thinking maybe, just maybe, you would show up on stage, but no. Just Young Jeezy. Just that sad bastard Young Jeezy. Maybe they thought they could stick any rapping black man on stage and people wouldn't know the difference?

(Is this NaS?)











Or is this Nas? Who cares!? Whitey won't know the difference!

So rather than having a fun time and see Nas, I was filled with saddness and anger. Mostly anger. This was heavily due to the fact that I left the show with a Young Jeezy song and the image of Hilary Clinton's Hoo HAA stuck in my brain. God Damn.