Drake takes over the Sprint Center on Saturday night

I have been listening to Drake’s Nothing Was the Same on repeat for the last month. It cycles through the CD player in my car, and somewhat against my will, I find myself engrossed in Drake’s monotonous raps.

On one hand, I love how thoroughly specific and confessional his lyrics are (his shout-out to “Courtney from the Hooters on Peachtree” in “From Time” is both brilliant and terrifying). On the other hand, the open-diary format of Nothing Was the Same can feel lazy, as though Drake is wearing his self-awareness like a badge that gets him a free pass: This is nothin’ for the radio, but they’ll still play it though, he says on album opener “Tuscan Leather.” Perhaps Drake’s live show will clarify things. 

Here’s the man’s latest music video-slash-mini-movie. 

Ticket info here.