Four songs later, he asked the crowd if we wanted anything else, to which I replied, “Pour me another glass!” He then in turn calls me a “rude American.” To which I say, “Come on man, I’m from Ohio.” He then goes, “Okay. I see you. ‘We used to get it in Ohio.’ I love that shit.” He then pours me a HUGE ass glass of whiskey. All in all, I probably drank a quarter of the bottle.

The show goes on to be AMAZING, as I have said. At the end of the show, I got his DJ’s attention to thank him for the drink. Jay had ended up in the crowd after ‘Exhibit C’, so I made my way down and thanked him as well. He was pretty wasted. I told him I would repay him the next night though. However, the show was sold out, so I had to figure out how to get in.

NIGHT TWO

Head to Camden Town after work with no ticket in hand. Go to the Box Office. Sold out. Ask the bouncer, “Anyone selling on the street?” He knows of no one. I ask a trio smoking reefer if they have extras. They reply no. I figure my best bet may be to try and sneak in the back. Can’t find the back door. Head to grocery store. Buy two bottles of Jack. One for me. One for Electronica. Head back to venue and find a dude with an extra for 30 quid. Get in with both bottles. See some people from the night before. Set up shop to the left of the stage this time and chill.

I took a lot of video footage the night before, so I only broke the camera out for some random pics and ‘A’ and ‘C’ since I missed ‘C’ the night before because my memory card filled up. Again, two songs deep, he starts drinking. This time he doesn’t offer the crowd, but begins DOWNING Jack. After about 25 minutes, he killed the whole bottle.

During his one song, I held up the bottle I brought him. He makes the acknowledgment of reciprocation, and I later leave the bottle with his DJ. As the show is coming to a close, he jumps in the crowd to perform ‘Exhibit C.’ He stays in with the crowd taking pictures and chopping it up as you see in the first picture.

As I am trying to leave, his people are now trying to usher him out, and I get swept into the group. I am now standing right next to him. We get outside, and I tell him have a safe trip and stay blessed. EVERYONE is trying to get at him. He’s wasted. EVERYONE wants a picture, his number, etc. He finally tells everyone to get out their phones and yells out his phone number. I am still standing next to him cause the crowd is pushing, but I want to leave to catch the train. He then turns around and starts saying, “I used to get it in Ohio” again because I am rocking my Indians hat like the night before. He says hold on to me, “Can you hold this?” I said, “sure.” He hands me his towel and J Dilla t-shirt. So, now I am his personal assistant appearently, even though I am trying to get the fuck outta there.