Fighting the crowd at the sold out J. Cole show at Cleveland’s House of Blues wasn’t exactly how I expected to spend my Tuesday night. I’d spent the last few days laid up with 19 staples in my leg, trying to keep from hurting myself any further. However, when the call came at the 11th hour, not only did I find my way off of my couch, but I managed to strap on my Nikes and limp my way to the car with some semblance of speed.
I knew something was up as soon as I exited the parking garage and could hear the bass booming from across the street.