Last Night: Snoop Dogg at Free Press Summer Fest

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Snoop Dogg Free Press Summer Fest, Eleanor Tinsley Park June 2, 2012

Among Snoop Dogg's many gifts, even more than his boundless appetite for the sweet leaf, healthy appreciation of the female form and melodious lilt he gives the word "motherfucker," the greatest of all has to be his abnormally limber tongue. Some might say supernaturally.

His tongue is a scalpel when he dissects a verse, and a launching pad when he's shouting out one of his many catchphrases. (It's a wonder it hasn't turned black, too.) If Snoop's microphone is gold, like it was Saturday evening at Free Press Summer Fest, his tongue is platinum.

Snoop going to the grocery store for a gallon of milk is an event, so picture him onstage in front of -- good God -- close to 40,000 people (just a guess, but I'm trying to lowball), all of them hanging on his every word. Many were also singing the ones they knew, which was a lot. The scene made his intro music, Carl Orff's symphony-on-steroids cantata Carmina Burana, make total sense.

The Boss Dogg, meanwhile, had nothing but love for the crowd. "Houston, Texas, make some motherfuckin' noise," he greeted the crowd. "Gimme some motherfuckin' pimp music," he said a little later.

Clad in a rasta cap and casual wear, Snoop was encircled by an entourage of four rappers, three dancers, two DJs, a drummer and keyboardist, and a grown man in a dog costume ("Nasty Dogg") dressed as the figure on the cover of Snoop's 1993 debut album Doggystyle. He may have had a weed carrier in there somewhere, because he sparked up a blunt during the massive singalong during his closing number, his candy-sweet recent hit featuring Bruno Mars and Wiz Khalifa, "Young, Wild & Free."

"Shout out to all the weed smokers in the house," he said at one point. "Damn, I need to smoke some motherfuckin' weed," he said at another. He gave a hilarious speech about always seeming to get arrested every time he's in Texas (the cops always want his autograph), and a warning that any officer wanting to arrest him might have to go through the crowd first. The crowd thought that sounded like a fine idea indeed.

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Chris Gray has been Music Editor for the Houston Press since 2008. He is the proud father of a Beatles-loving toddler named Oliver.
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