"I took my 8 year old son to the B96 Jingle Bash in Chicago" (Part 3 of 5)

"I took my 8 year old son to the B96 Jingle Bash in Chicago" (Part 3 of 5)

Saturday, Dec 10: Surprise, kiddo! You're going to your first concert - the B96 Jingle Bash! And then I'm going to write about it for five days in my blahhhg.

Part 1: The charming ambience of the riff-raff seats.

Part 2: A message to the good men of tomorrow.

Part 3.

As the night went on, Alessia Cara's message to the young girls about natural beauty and the power of authenticity got buried under the suggestive images in Ariana Grande’s spin class music video and later by the "performance" of a barely-talented white rapper who shall remain nameless.

My kid wanted out of his seat when DJ No Talent started crooning “Bitch you got me fucked up,” so we went and bought a piece of pizza and talked about what a crappy rapper that guy was.

Tomorrow: Brit- Brit, y'all! (Or, as my 8 year old son calls her: Who?)


That's my piece, and that's my peace. Thanks so much for taking the time to read my silly words. It truly means the world to me. Carry on...

OSM (for the next couple of weeks, anyway...)

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