I heard on the radio that ReÌ€my Martin’s OMG Tour featuring the incredible Usher, and special guests Trey Songz and Miguel was something like foreplay. To summarize, the message was that men should send their women to be seduced, serenaded and stimulated so that they’ll be nice and ready when they come home. Hmmmm… Well as a journalist concerned with the people’s right to know the truth, armed with the duty to uncover any falsities that might be filling our minds via radio or any other form of media, I had to see for myself. Could this show actually do such a thing? I just had to know-for the people.
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The show began with the sky-rocketing Miguel. The rising star exploded onto the stage with the confidence of a veteran, so much so I wished that he had performed longer. He gave us hits off his new album, including “Sure Thing” and, of course, the title track, “All I Want is You.” His rocker appeal set him apart with his Mohawk, leather pants, neon orange sleeveless shirt exposing the cuts in his muscular arms, and an electric guitar in hand. I was sad to see him leave the stage, like “Hey, Miguel, where are you going? You can’t go yet.” But alas, he had to make room because there was more to come.
There was literally a countdown down to the next act. Trey Songz appeared after the stop clock projected on the stage’s screen reached its limit. “This right here’s a panty droppa…” played as he made his entrance. It was fitting considering “Panty Droppa” is the intro to his album Ready; and as the song played, he sang it sweetly and sensually as if to send a message that this was only the beginning.
Trey, wearing dark jeans, a black T-shirt, and a black textured leather jacket, went right into “Invented Sex,” “Jupiter Love,” then a change of pace with “Can’t Be Friends” and his rendition of “Love the Way You Lie.” Well, it’s nothing like making up with an old love or finding a new one after a break up, hence, the follow-up songs, “Love Faces” from Passion, Pain & Pleasure and “Neighbors Know My Name.” Yes, I was following the story line quite closely, as well as his costume change down to no shirt, after he ripped it off of his tattooed, chiseled chest. The denims remained on, but we all know what color his boxer briefs were. And, just like that, Trey was gone, finished his set, and yes, I was left wondering, “Why Trey? Don’t leave. We just started.”
I expected to see the main attraction, Usher, do something dynamic on stage as his introduction. What I didn’t expect was for him to emerge from the middle of the Verizon Center floor, rise above our heads on a brightly lit glass platform, float over the crowd, and sing and dance in the air on his way to the stage. He started with “Monstar,” from his Grammy-nominated album Raymond V. Raymond and then took us all the way back to “Yeah!” from Confessions (2004).
Usher gave an amazing performance accompanied by his never-tiring dancers, booming pyrotechnics, all wrapped up in a theme that, to me, looked like an intergalactic military space camp. It worked. And with all the diaphragm-stretching song belting, sweat-inducing dancing, and sexy vibe giving, Usher still had it in him to beg. Yes, I said it right. He begged in the high pitch we love, “Don’t leave me girl!” in the middle of his selections. Can we say “swoon?” He let the crowd marinate on that for a minute before he sang “You Don’t Have to Call.” Reminding us of the treasures of the past, Usher went back and forth between his newer and older songs. After all, he’s 16 years in the game.
After his tribute where he literally filled the shoes representative of Michael Jackson, Usher continued to seduce with “Mars vs. Venus,” and “Nice and Slow.” From there it was hit after hit of his career, and the energy from him and the audience continued to build and build even until the very end when he performed “DJ Got Us Fallin In Love,” and finally “OMG.” This time, I didn’t question him leaving. He gave a full show and considering the very nature of all the performances, yes, I was ready to go “home.”
So in answer to the aforementioned question, can/did this show serve as a form of foreplay, I would have to say, “Absolutely!” It stood up to the hype in every way. Miguel, Trey Songz, and Usher did half the work. I’m sure a lot of men were happy that night.
Check out more pics from the concert below.

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