Meek Mill House of Blues August 10, 2012
The aesthetic behind Meek Mill and a large gathering is easy to define, even for someone who has only taken in one Meek song courtesy of the radio or being fed by Rick Ross -- high-energy, an unmistakable high-pitched yelp that churns out one-liners and some of the more blissfully sinister produced records of the past 18 months.
He came to Houston earlier this year with Drake, but announced he had come previously a year ago. Then, he was still waiting for the bubble to finally pop on "Tupac Back," his and Ross' chaotic reach into the realm of reincarnation. In the year since, it is he who is the most sought--after Maybach Music Group signee that doesn't wield a beard and hefty body mass.
In the numerous occasions I've battled crowds inside House of Blues, never had I literally found myself wanting a spot far away from the madness to hunker down. A throng of fans -- women dressed to their own perceived nines and men flailing their arms trying to get the women's attention -- saturated the standing area and packed the seated section to the hilt. When Meek hit the stage, clearly they responded as if one of their own had made it to the absolute mecca.