A few weeks ago, I bought a ticket to see Polo G at Catch One. I figured it’d be a more intimate setting than the first time I saw him perform at Day N Vegas. This may have been my chance to see him play Through Da Storm and I was definitely not going to be too drunk to remember this time. I was excited.
On the day of the show, I was feeling all kinds of tired trying to recover from the festivities of earlier that week. I was stressed out over a show I booked and then drank more than I should have at said show (ended up having tons of fun). My body faced the repercussions for two days so on the day of the Polo G show, I was tired but i didn’t want to miss out on an intimate show. I had already been bought the tickets anyways.
I told myself, i’d show up late but just in time for Polo’s set then dip home whenever he was done. I thought I learned my lesson so I left my house at 930pm and took the streets all the way to the venue, which took me over an hour including the time it took me find parking because i was not about to pay to park.
Since i had gone to the show alone, here are a few things I observed which I find either particularly weird or funny now that I’m this old and still going to shows.
As we were standing in line, during ID check, these five kids paid security for one drinking wristband thing. i had never seen that actually happen in real life and was lowkey curious how much that cost, because if it was like $100.. where did they even get this feria???
I didn’t realize Polo’s demographic was young ass white kids. I dont know what i was expecting the crowd to be like but holy crap. I overheard the word “NO CAP” about a thousand times in the 30 minutes i was in line. Their English almost seemed foreign to me and I knew I no longer understood new lingo or slang.
I overheard some dude ask the girl behind me if she was in college, home girl said no I’m still in high school. The dude was like oh, so you’re like 17? 18? and she goes oh no, i’m 19. i know it’s mean but i tried so hard not to go PFFFTTTT. what in the frijoles.
The same girl from part 3 started yelling at some dude further ahead in line. She then proceeded to call him a bitch and threatened to fuck him up. She took off one of her platform boots and was going to throw it at him until her friend convinced her not to. I told her it wasn’t worth going the whole night with just one shoe. She then called him a little bitch a few more times until she was distracted by another conversation.
A quartet of four random ass white girls cut me in line with their white claws. I didn’t care until they noticed two other girls wearing the same top further up in line. The chattering was like watching a cringe conversation between popular posh girls in High School Musical.. or like an annoying version of Mean Girls. maybe i’m just not used to ever having conversations like that with other girls ¯\_( ˘͡ ˘̯)_/¯ .
while i was standing by the bar, this girl asked me if i thought polo g was really coming because it was 1130 and it was pretty late. I told her I saw 645AR there a few months ago and that foo didn’t play until 12-1230. She goes oh, LA is so different and mentions she’s from Minnesota. I asked what brought her to LA and she said she buys weed in Cali and sells it in Minnesota. I was shook, i’ve never met a real trap bitch before.
Some dude from Pepperdine University was offering random people that were standing by the bar drinks. I told him no thank you but he insisted, so i said fuck it. The bartender told me he had bought dozens of drinks already. I wonder what his mom is going to think when she sees her credit card bill.
Polo ended up only playing half of one song that night and then be bounced. I thought he had just maybe needed to poop and he’d be back shortly. Nope, about 30-40 minutes later, still just a DJ playing hits no one wanted to hear. The random dude next to me said he wasn’t surprised as some artists do it all the time. i said excuse me sir, i’ve gone to all kinds of shows and this has never happened to me once. He then mentions that because it’s superbowl weekend, some artists will do what’s known in the industry as a walk thru since they’re in town. He mentions some line from a song i’ve heard but i don’t know and can’t figure out (neither can google). He said it was something along the lines of “100 thousand for a walk thru” which means they get paid just to show up. Welp... I was upset. I was upset at Polo, upset at the venue, upset at whoever marketed this show.
That night I went on Twitter trying to figure out if there was any news as to why he walked off or if it was really was just a walk through. The next morning, i read that Kodak Black got shot at some place in West Hollywood. I then started to take a step back and forgive the whole situation. I’m not sure which gang Polo is affiliated with, but it might have been that. He did have heavy security that night. I then read that he also recently found out his girl (also baby mama) cheated on him. Pobresito, here i was posting “fuck polo” on ig and then not really giving the time to think that it can’t be about the fans all the time. I mean i personally wouldn’t give up my safety or my mental health if i didn’t think i could make it through a set/performance. I probably also wouldn’t be up there if someone had tipped off that a rival gang was in the vicinity. But i probably would’ve said something in case? I’m not too sure. In these terms, ewan. It’s the spanish equivalent to no se. Ewan is an informal version of aywan which means don’t know in tagalog. Ewan ko or I don’t know. But I guess who knows? I surely don’t and probably don’t care enough to find out anymore.
But what I did find out was that.. Polo has dumb but funny ass trolls. I leave you with this bit that i stumbled upon.