He didn’t have to do it. If it were me, I’d be bitching and complaining in the back of an air-conditioned trailer somewhere. But Theophilus London enthusiastically performed a full set for the Warner Bros. Music group today, facing the unforgiving sun on a hot summer afternoon. These were his own industry peoples, some arms crossed and critical, others seizing any excuse to be away from their desks, partaking in catered Ruth’s Chris lunches and workday babble while the rapper’s heart bled all over the stage. Theophilus might as well have been putting on a show for a festival crowd of passion-drunk teenagers at midnight – it made no difference to him.
I was a Theophilus fan before but I’m an admirer now, because I can tell that not only does he really want it, but he really means it.