Images through the ages for UCSB's Associated Students.
Misty wasn't sure how to followup Kent's cry for everyone to throw their spleens on the stage, but she would try.
Excitement mounts as E-40 takes the stage.
The concert was free, but touching E-40 is not included in the package. Sorry.
One of the jumpsuited dancers that E-40 seemed to have an endless supply of.
Even Tyler's excitement was palpable.
The man himself.
Keeping ones head warm seemed to be the theme of the afternoon.
"He looked me in the eyes! He saw into my soul!"
Gold rimmed glasses, gold chain, gold earing. We were pretty sure his hair was made of solid gold, but no one had the guts to ask.
Contrary to appearances, there is no 'Crunk Autobody'. We looked it up.
E-40 sang several tracks from his new "My Ghetto Report Card" album.
With their expressions, you'd think we were dropping anvils on them. We weren't. Honest.
Ok, that's better.
Kelly's green shirt confused more than a few new Program Board members. When they asked her what they should do next, she'd respond with "I don't work here anymore. I graduated, punk! Hahahahahahahaha!" and then skip away, laughing.
"I know I have a taser gun in here somewhere. Anything to get that camera away from me. Maybe I can find a small rock."