I was so intrigued by the idea that the play was set around in an actual skateboarding “pool” (essentially a large abandoned swimming pool).  I thought I was going to see some amazing skateboarding, but sadly I saw little skateboarding except endless rolling from side to side with an occasional hop and spin to the other side.  I did however feel I was introduced to a very specific slice of black culture.  I witnessed two young men rather disconnected from society dreaming and scheming to come up with a rap album based on their friendship (romance?) track by track.  The conceit of dividing the play into short scenes focused on individual tracks for the potential rap album was clever device to move the play forward and keep all unified.

The last half of the show was driven by a drug experience of hallucinogenics taken by our two characters.  This led to a lengthy original rap song and then the addition of a doll like character who “spoke” a recited piece of angry poetry that lasted for almost 20 minutes.  I have to be real honest and admit that try as I might, I didn’t understand a single word of the rap song.  I say the audience bopping their heads along but I truly didn’t get a single word of the rap.  I think they were saying important things; I do.  I tried.  But nothing.

I thought the play had a nice – very, very loose  – – connection to a Waiting for Godot for a twenty-some disenfranchised black male culture, but there were just too many boundaries for me to understand what was happening in the play.  Try as I might to be part of the journey and message of the play, it just simply showed no interest in reaching out to me.