I was one of about 5 crackers in an audience of 10,000 Blacks at the I think first Black Expo in Chicago in 1971. One of the greatest concerts I ever attended: Quincy Jones, Roberta Flack, Donny Hathaway, and Aretha Franklin
1971 was a life time ago. Of course, depending on the city and the event, I don’t mind being vastly out numbered because I can always get along with everyone unless they’re absolutely looking for trouble and I don’t put myself into those situations.
Those were REAL musicians.
Black culture no longer produces real musicians. They just produce thugs who bounce up and down while reciting profantiy and making weird gestures with their fingers when they’re not using them to hitch up their pants.