If there is a rapper who defined my formative college years of 2002 – 2006 so perfectly, it’s Nelly. The man churned out hit after hit. It was impossible to go to a sweaty basement dance party and not hear three or four bangers off Nellyville, Sweat, or Country Grammar bumped to the joy of many.
If you’ve never caught Nelly in concert, put it on the bucket list. Every 25 – 35 year-old knows pretty much every word to his every song, making the performance electric. He’s still bringing it in 2015, too, dominating the stage at Bud Light’s “House of Whatever” at the Super Bowl two weekends ago.
I had a chance to talk to Nelly afterwards and we ended up playing a game of “Would You Rather?” Turns out he would rather own a dragon than be a dragon, thinks Khaleesi is “fine as fuck,” and would do some kinky stuff instead of eating a toenail.
To my surprise, I also found out that Nelly’s hell is not one that involves Nickelback endlessly on repeat for entirety, either. Shocking.