So hey, here's something  that might deflate Kanye West's ego just a  little bit: Of the main rap artists billed on his overblown South By  Southwest-ending G.O.O.D. Music extravaganza at Austin's ad-hoc VEVO  Power Station venue very early in the morning of March 20, Mos Def  proved the most rhythmically dexterous, Pusha T of the Clipse had the  richest voice, and Jay- Z the hardest stomp, which partly explains why  he got the crowd the most pumped up. Which left Kanye merely the artiest  and most conceptual.But first, everybody had to get in. Or at  least the so-called "lucky 2000" that actually got badges or VIP passes  did; the lower caste horde left pushing outside - which around half past  midnight felt like it was about to turn into a 1979 Who audience in  Cincinnati - will have to watch a filmed version later. This writer  actually had to be personally pulled up through the middle of the crowd  by a helpful security agent and to jump over a barrier fence in the  process, after circling his badge high in the air to signal his  location, and he apparently wasn't alone. And days before that, it was  necessary to repeatedly text a cryptic phrase to a secret number, and  repeatedly receive texted rejections in return stating capacity had  already been reached, then eventually get an email indicating otherwise  and from there pick up a secret badge in the bar lobby of a secret hotel  - hence hyping up an oddly elitist sense of exclusivity and scarcity  that naïfs might foolishlessly think is the antithesis of a festival  once meant to democratically showcase not-yet-rockstar talent. And once  one got in and the show finally started, one found some of the most  impossible sight lines of one's concert-going career, and sonics not a  whole lot more useful. That there was compelling music scheduled not far  down the street in Austin at the time (Pentagram! Katey Red! Seventies  Detroit funk-metal guitar god Dennis Coffey for God's sake! Doctor  Krápula of Bogatá, Colombia for all you know!) only added to the  excitement. 
That said, it should be noted that the venue  was really cool - If not so much as a venue, per sé, then at least as a  wonder of urban architecture. To get to the decades-dormant Seaholm  Power Plant, you had to stroll into this No Man's Land where 3rd  Street disappears, and walk across an old train bridge onto a large  open field. Four giant smokestacks (on this night lighted with the word  "VEVO") beckon you in; you follow retired railroad tracks into the  building. Once inside, the factory atmosphere of the place is fairly  magnificent: grey metal pipes and staircases along the walls climbing up  and down into presumed super-ceilings and sub-basements and other  possible hidden compartments and hiding spaces. Those, sadly, were off  limits to concert goers. Though dancing girls did shimmy for show on the  stairs themselves, at least when they thought somebody might be  watching.
Anyway, the show itself. Around 1 a.m., a big sign  proclaiming "G.O.O.D." - probably not the most boring record label name  ever, but possibly in the running - lit up on stage. About 15 minutes  later, Mos Def emerged to old-school 1981 Grandmaster Flash beats,  rapped about being a Boogie Man, and interpolated the Beatles' "Getting  Better." Pusha T came next, sounding gruffer (his voice) and fuzzier  (the acoustics). Mr. Hudson covered Alphaville's high school  commencement ceremony classic "Forever Young," Kid Cudi freed his  lonely-stoner mind at night. Interesting people walked around with Devo  T-shirts or Expos caps or dressed up as cowboys and Indians (one of  each); somebody held up an iPad above his head to photograph famous  people, which probably annoyed whoever was standing behind him.
Around  2:25 or so (much earlier than widely rumored), Kanye came out and for  the most part offered an abridged version of last year's My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy -- a/k/a the Sgt. Pepper's  of  prog-emo rap, with all the overpraise that implies - plus occasional  side dishes, complete with guest spots from rappers like Cyhi Da Prince  and singers like John Legend (who also did a piano croon about taking it  slow) and Bon Iver indie-folker Justin Vernon. During "Power," the  sample machine seemed to mess up. He did do something passing for  minimal avant-garde plinks on what appeared to be a synthesized keyboard  for a minute or two at one point. He brought out a great big marching  band for "All Of The Lights," and after a while you could even hear the  horns a little. And then at around half past three, we got Jay-Z, for a  half-dozen or so songs with and without Kanye, including "H.A.M.,"  "Monster," and a triumphant "Big Pimpin'" - not exactly a surprise,  since pretty much everybody expected he would show up, but probably more  of him than most would have predicted. Then a couple more group pieces;  then just after 4 a.m., after hours of proving "bigger is better" a  fallacy once again, they let us go home.
Photo by Daniel Boczarski/Getty Images for VEVO

 
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