Story time: I once dated this crazy chick from this trashy little lake town in Michigan. She once did backup vocals on a ICP track or two. So one day she comes over and she says she got us Kid Rock tickets. I didn’t even have a chance to protest because she already spent the money. I have to hand it to her though, for a crazy stupid ass bitch, she knew that if she asked me ahead of time I would’ve said no … yes, the pussy was that good.
Long story short, Kid Rock put on a good show. I was impressed that he could play almost any instrument and still do some fucking crazy turntable scratching and mixing. But of course, he had to douche that last part by doing a promo for Jim Beam. I think Licture is a good song. That was probably the only song I really liked the whole night.
The whole experience was fucking bizarre too like most of his fans were seemingly over 60. Gone were the days of like people moshing and fucking going crazy when he did bawitdaba like back in the early 2000s. Most people just sat in their seats. I saw a lot of confederate flags too. It was a fucking degenerate-thon.
That being said, he can go fuck himself until oblivion and he’s an embarrassment on the city of Detroit and he’s actually from the burbs. His childhood home was for sale recently (2-3 years ago), and it was mansion in the burbs his dad bought because at one time he owned a car dealership.
Moral of the story is don’t put your dick in crazy because you’ll end up at a Kid Rock concert.