Last night’s concert was a large-scale, big bucks production… of Moroccan Hip Hop… straight off the MTV circuit… super high end… except it felt like watching Mexican soap operas. A third or fourth generation derivative…. A cheap counterfeit and carbon copy knockoff, imitating American tv… like watching a cast of seasoned, proficient actors all playing a role… Using all the “correct” hand motions and carefully choreographed “rapper moves” that they have been professionally coached to execute….

Completely unfair, I know, to judge (since I have no idea what they’re saying in Arabic or French). It could have been the most poignant, poetic, heart-piercing human truths… filled with clever wordplay and life altering revelations… or the most profound and inspiring pleas for hope and revolution… I will never know….