Party Rock Tour: I'm In Virginia Bitch (Norfolk)
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Party Rock Tour: I’m In Virginia Bitch (Norfolk)
We’re in Norfolk, Virginia today (or as Foo likes to tastefully say, “I’m in your Virginia, bitch”).
The boys did a phone interview with a newspaper today and, as their interviews tend to be, it was over-the-top and hilarious. Foo and Sky managed to multi-task, sharing stories while playing online poker.
I’m not sure if the journalist will have enough room to publish this priceless story in the Myrtle Sun, so I wanted to take the opportunity to share it with the rest of you non-South Carolina party rockers.
When asked how they got their names, Sky told the interviewer a classic tale.
“A lovely lady named Nancy was working as a cook in an Asian restaurant,” he said. “She was pregnant with Mr. Foo here and, at the time, she was cooking a dish with red curry and coconut milk. She spilled some on the floor and slipped in it. When she fell, the baby actually popped out and flew into the pan with all of the red sauce. The baby was stained red and stayed that way for 10 years. At first, they were calling him Redfoo Lee, but he shortened it to just Redfoo when he got into music.”
“To this day, he still smells like curry. He doesn’t even have to wear deodorant. You’ll smell something and you’ll be like, ‘Who’s cooking? Oh wait, that’s just Foo coming down the hall.’”
At the venue, DJ Air, Q, Bikini Girl and I pre-gamed before the show with some Irish Car Bombs. The bartender had some trouble making them, but we managed. I’m sick with some swine-esque cold, but I thought it was a good idea to throw back the coagulated concoction.
The adventures continued upstairs when the effects of our catered spaghetti dinner set in. I walked into the bathroom to find DJ Air moaning, “Ohhh, that spaghetti” from one of the stalls.
When he made his exit, he told us that the worst shit he ever smelled in his life came from Q at soundcheck. “Number two has to go to Jason Smith [Shwayze’s DJ, now also known as “Bikini Boy”]. That was some sewer shit,” Air said.
“There’s a lot of shit-talking going on in here,” Cisco Adler chimed in.
We weren’t sure what to expect from Norfolk, Virginia, but the crowd was great. A fan rocked a fro wig in the front row, the girls up front knew the words to every song and a drunk guy that looked like Rev Run hung over the balcony, screaming, “You must love to fuck!!!” during Sky’s pre-”Boom Boom Pow” Party Rock church sermon.
Foo made a young fan’s night by switching glasses with her during show, as well as stopping in the middle of a song to sign her LMFAO poster.
Before performing “I’m In Virginia Bitch”, Foo led the crowd in a 757 chant (that’s the Norfolk area code).
Toward the end of the show, Q pulled Jason Smith’s Yankees cap off my head. He was dancing around on stage to “I Don’t Wanna Be” in Jason’s pride and joy when Sky pulled it off his head and flung it into the crowd. It was devastating.
After a throng of girls came onstage for “Yes” and followed us to the green room (which, at the the venue, the Norva, had a jacuzzi, a sauna, pool tables and a basketball court), I chatted with a few fans by the merch booth. Several of them were hyperventilating.
“I can’t believe I was upstairs with the band! This was the best night of my life!” one girl screamed as she tried grabbing Foo and Sky’s furry coats from my hands.
What a night. We head to Richmond, VA tomorrow! Until then...
-Elle
