Perhaps Riff Raff’s existence, and subsequent ubiquity, in hip-hop was an inevitability. Perhaps it was written in the stars that a goofy white dude from Texas with corn rows, aspirations of superstardom and a penchant for describing normal things in terms of designer clothing would sign with Diplo and convince a legion of 17-year-olds to love him while confounding hip-hop’s old guard. Perhaps it is obvious that this very, very strange man would play larger and larger venues every time he hit New York. Perhaps Riff Raff is for real. Perhaps the neon, the strange mannerisms and the bizarre behavior are all part of an act. Perhaps you are thinking about all of this too much and should just enjoy the show.

Mon., April 21, 7 p.m., 2014