Talib Kweli, with B Double E and Louiz Rip, last Friday at the Granada

Maybe the spring semester has gotten to the kids in Lawrence – on the block-and-a-half walk from the Granada to the car after Talib Kweli’s performance Friday night, there were no fewer than three young drunkens fully laid out on the sidewalk, either on the verge of puking or passing out. It wasn’t quite so boozy inside the venue, but the crowd made up for it by its evening-long attempt at the world’s largest hotbox. I’ll take the hotbox over sloppy drunks just about any day: less potential for collateral damage.

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