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You avoided being one of the several hundred who endured the take off your shoes and coat strip search and paying $25 or$30 to see DMX, aka Earl Simmons, perform a disappointingly brief 30 minute set at the Springfield hotspot.The concert was in anticipation of his new album, Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood” (Def Jam) scheduled for a Dec. 22 release.The dating games, which were in full effect throughout the night and eventually spilled out into the parking lot after the show, were infinitely more entertaining and potentially more self fulfilling. with an inconsistent performance.Since the delay allowed plenty of time to let everyone get a little tipsy, the men, spilling drinks and hugging one another, revelled in the headliner’s aggressive posture. At one point during Stop Being Greedy,” the ubiquitous hulksters in orange t shirts from Serene Security, escorted one testosterone charged fan out of the building.Women rushed to the front of the stage and sat on speaker platforms to get a better glimpse of the bald headed, gravel pit toned rapper. And when DMX grooved through How’s It Goin’ Down,” his mid tempo, R laced love song, infatuated with sensitive underside of his gritty front, female hands waved back and forth, echoing a heart throb reverence once found in slain rapper,
Tupac Shakur.Neither the bottle throwing incident nor momentary muscle flex from security derailed DMX’s frenetic rhyming and anthemic choruses. It’s too bad his microphone failed to work properly throughout the set.But even after his geographically impaired hype man shouted, Is Connecticut live [tonight] or what?,” and the rapper’s energy sagged when he rhymed, Get At Me Dog,” an oblivious DMX kept flipping through the medley of songs from his platinum album, It’s Dark And Hell Is Hot” as well as familiar verses he’s contributed to tracks by Jay Z (Money, Cash, Hoes”) and LL Cool J (4, 3, 2, 1. . .”).But as quickly as he turned the standing room only dance floor into a hotbox where weaves wilted, Timberland boots were scuffed and FUBU jerseys were drenched in sweat, DMX ended the performance with The Convo,” a solemn a capella about how the streets informs his muse.Then he just packed up and left without any preview of material off his forthcoming album.The sheer adrenaline rush of the night and the superb mixing of DJ Kurupt helped pass the time before DMX’s short romp. The crowd didn’t yell for more. Nevertheless, with the long wait, technical difficulties, and high ticket prices, fans deserved a lot more.