But not at the Verizon Center on Thursday night. For 90-plus
minutes, Drake was a superstar itching to unload his heart, delivering
moody hip-hop anthems with restless energy and coltish physicality. He
was big on eye contact, too, staring down listeners one by one, as if to
say, “You getting all this?”
But when Drake’s three-man backing
band launched into a new tune, his eyes would clamp shut, his jaw would
clench and his fists would joyfully punch at the air, as if his
favorite song had just come on the radio.
And that’s a familiar
sensation for just about anyone, considering that this guy has enjoyed
an almost suffocating presence on urban radio for the past three years.
If you’re a top-tier hip-hop artist, a guest appearance from Drake can
instantly turn your single into a hit. According to the lyrics of his
own recent chart-climber “Started From the Bottom,” his dominance is
rooted in his ubiquity: “There ain’t really much out here that’s poppin’
off without us.”
Drake closed the show with that one on Thursday
night, after jogging through a medley of cameo tracks where he’s always
been the main attraction. There was the riotous chatter of French
Montana’s “Pop That,” the squeak and purr of DJ Khaled’s “I’m On One”
and the eerie boom of 2 Chainz’s “No Lie.” Somewhere in the middle of
the hit barrage, Drake boasted, “I got, like, a hundred of these.” No
lie, no lie.
He owes his omnipresence to the fact that he might be
the most adaptable rapper working today. He proved his flexibility with
“Versace,” an exercise in rap hypnosis originally by the Atlanta trio
Migos. The song featured a harsh, sputtering vocal cadence, during which
Drake fluttered his fingertips, perhaps typing out the lyrics on some
phantom laptop.
Of course, a Drake performance also doubles as an
R&B show considering how much melody the rapper breathes into his
rhymes. His strongest vocal showing was his recent single, “Hold On,
We’re Going Home,” which felt like a drowsier, dreamier version of
DeBarge’s 1985 hit, “Rhythm of the Night.”
There were other voices
up there, too. Drake was joined by Atlanta’s Future, whose scorched
syllables disintegrated before they left his mouth, and R&B singer
Jhene Aiko, whose cool refrains provided a fine counterpoint to the
headliner’s warmth.
And during a quick intermission, Drake shored
up his D.C. cred for life by inviting members of the legendary go-go
troupe Backyard Band to the stage.
Then, more hits, more eye
contact. Toward the end of the set, Drake spent more than 10 minutes
gazing off into the audience, pointing out individual fans. It’s become
his ritual and his gimmick, but it paralleled the intimacy of his music
in a way that felt sincere.
Plus, the Halloween costumes worn by some fans triggered a few great shout-outs: “I see you in the stripes . . . I see you in the red dress . . . I see you dressed up as a banana . . . A lot of girls chose to be cats tonight. Next year, you should choose a more original costume.”
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