Concert Review: Ice Cube in Kansas City, 9/9/08, VooDoo Lounge

Ice Cube

Tuesday, September 9

The VooDoo Lounge at Harrah’s Casino

Better Than: Higher Learning

By JASON HARPER

Photos by JOHN BERSUCH

In modern music, there are many boys, there are few men, and there are very few men, period, like Ice Cube. Founding member of N.W.A. and Da Lench Mob and a successful solo artist at the same game, he’s nothing less than a father figure to fans of gangsta rap of all races, creeds and genders: Red and yellow, black and white; they are precious in his sight. Ice Cube loves the children of the world and has been helping them get high for two or three decades now.

Almost as impressive as the energy of the totally stoked, mostly older, mostly black, capacity-or-near-it crowd at the VooDoo Lounge last night was the connection that Ice forged with the people at his show, which he could have done almost without trying. From the moment he bounded on stage, cocky as all hell, the folks in the crowd married themselves to his familiar, famous face. Ice Cube had us in his hands so completely that, at any given point, he could have rolled out a cart full of vegetables and sold us heads of lettuce, which we would have happily bought. Or he could have stopped the music and lectured us on astrophysics – peppered with plenty of aggressive “y’all know what I’m saying?”s, it would’ve sounded like gospel. But fortunately, Ice, with help from his co-rapper, hype man and longtime Westsider WC (pronounced “Dub C”) and Dub’s brother DJ Crazy Toones, stuck to kicking out the jams, crip walking and prognosticating on street values for nearly an hour and a half. All while looking so goddamn cool, you sweated for them. I hope it’s alright for a whiteboy to say: it was fucking gangsta heaven.

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