Logan Adams

The past year has seen a rising tide behind local hip-hop act Doomtree—a wave compressing as it comes to shore and growing into a wave that would wash over us all. The release of their acclaimed second full-length, No Kings. P.O.S’s monster We Don’t Even Live Here. The release of their DVD Team the Best Team. Mayor R.T. Ryback declaring Friday, December 14 “Doomtree Day.” It all seemed to be bearing down on this weekend’s Doomtree Blowout 8—the eighth installment of their yearly showcase, featuring crew and individual performances at the sold-out First Avenue.

The show Friday, October 26 featured five acts, but there was no question the entire night was all about headliner POS. Billed as an album release for his latest full-length, We Don’t Even Live Here, First Avenue was packed to the coat check by a sold-out crowd lubricated with sweat and Surly—a crowd ready to get down.

October 5^th was cold. White knuckle cold. So I pulled on my gloves, and with dinner breaking down in my gut, I coasted over I-94 and onto East 15^th Street, minding an uncertain taxi, before torquing the remaining mile to a sold-out First Avenue buzzing with hip-hop faithful there to see hometown headliner Brother Ali. 

Surprising my wife with an Ani DiFranco ticket made me the sexiest man in the world. Finally, for one glorious night, Christian Bale and Joseph Gordon-Levitt could lick my boots.