Yo Gabba Gabba, Biz Markie, Brazilian Girls at American Airlines Arena
|Photos by C. Stiles|
Upon arrival, the arena floor was abuzz with anticipation for the show. Little DJ Lance Rocks were barely able to contain themselves (though this could easily had been a side effect of all the juice-boxes and Halloween candy floating around). When the lights went down and the Kia Sorento sponsored stage began to light up, all of that pre-K frenetic energy became a singularly focused beam, ready to consume all things Gabba. And the Gabba Gang didn't disappoint.
When it came time to learn the Peanut Butter Stomp, you better believe we stomped with everything we had. (Apparently at the following 4 p.m. show, none other than Miami's own Panic Bomber was one of the Gabba Gang's Dance Time friends). Speaking of special guests, the Brazilian Girls, fresh off their show with Swedish House Mafia, rocked out much to the pleasure of the alt-moms and dads who filled the arena. The tech crew did a marvelous job at keeping the sound at a reasonable level so none of the children would get startled by the Girls' catchy melody. That said, we have to wonder if their raunchy anthem "Pussy" was an appropriate choice for the young crowd (just kidding, they played the age-appropriate and get-stuck-in-your-head crowd pleaser "Good Time").
|Brazilian Girls leave Swedish House Mafia for Gabba Gabba crowd.|
|He says he's just a friend.|
A handful of the toddlers that filled the American Airlines Arena began to cry when the lights came up and DJ Lance Rock and the Gabba Gang had to go. We understood their grief, not a little upset that the best preschool rave we ever attended had to end. As we snaked through the crowd and by the merch booths and Kia Sorrentos we found ourselves in a post show daze, heightened by Yo Gabba Gabba's message of beats, dancing and friendship. Maybe it was the sugar crash from the Halloween candy, but we found ourselves filled with the slightest hint of melancholy as we trekked back to our car on the other side of Biscayne for the lack of Gabba in our lives when we were kids. We went to cover Yo Gabba Gabba, but ultimately, Yo Gabba Gabba covered us.