Ville Boyz live at The Orange Peel Asheville NC
As promised we are back on our “Best Free Music In The Biz” grind. I guess the Ville Boyz heard that recently released Panama Jack EP from the Fist Fam & decided to raise the ante. As they move ever closer to releasing their new full length they hit us with better songs each go-round. I have been a fan of everything I’ve heard off this album so far, but this new track titled “We” is easily my favorite. Speaking of which, these little bastards better get me on this album to do what I do best, which is spit 16 square bars of hot math. Yeah, that’s right in case you didn’t know, Foul Mouth Jerk is the Good Will Hunting of piping hot math. It’s been said, it can’t be taken back.
Anyway, don’t sleep click the link below & grab the hot fiah. And feel free to leave a comment below thanking me profusely for the sweet exclusive.
As the summer of GurpStock comes to a close, we end it by blowing the cap stone off the motherfucker. The Fist Fam returned home for the wedding of GCS’s stalwart crew DJ, Football (you may recall him from his picture, curled up on the floor in front of the toilet in another post on this site). And we felt this would be the perfect opportunity for the whole crew to get together for our first all Gurp City South bill at Asheville’s largest music venue The Orange Peel.
As usual the weekend started early, on Thursday night with the 2 year anniversary episode of our radio show “Wost Case Scenario” with an all star cast of guests and former staff members of the show. The night was nearly spoiled by the misguided caper of one kleptomaniacal floozy once again proving that you can’t trust a big butt & a smile attempting to Ocean’s 11 a pair of 12 packs out of my fridge. Lucky for me I am the Lester Freemon of the sauce, and thwarted this silly bitch’s misbegotten heist before a clean get away could be made.
Miraculously though the weekend was a daisy chain of benders, climaxing on Saturday with DJ Football’s wedding immediately followed by the Gurp City South show the entire crew managed to make it to show time with their collective game face on and destroy all four sets. Details of after partying will remain undisclosed to protect the guilty. But on behalf of myself, Fist Fam, The Ville Boyz, TopR Holiday, Adam Strange, Chris Denato and Macon Beats we would like to thank everybody who came out to support the show and congratulate DJ & Jessica Football on an awesome wedding.
So this is the post I’ve been waiting for. Fresh off the presses from those workaholics over at San Francisco branch, The Fist Fam just dropped their new EP “Panama Jack”. This one is a true crew effort with production from Micah Aza, Al Lover, Conceit, and more with features from Big Shawn of Bored Stiff & Brandon B of Trunk Drank. This gurptastic album is 7 tracks deep and once again completely free. Not to mention it closes with their Bay area hit single “S.F. Bay”, previously only available on video (which you can view on the video page of this site). Suffice it to say no one has blended the SF Underground and Down South styles so seamlessly as The Fist Fam. If these guys ain’t drinking & making music then fish don’t swim. Click the link below for your free copy of the album
Just when you thought the Summer of Gurpstock was over,we stick the landing with another spectacular catastrophe. As the city council of Asheville manages to anger both sides of the hotly contested debate as to whether hip hop should be allowed at local festivals, the artists of Gurp City South manage to weasel their way into headlining both nights of the LAAF Fest.
Beginning at 2pm Saturday my consigliere & I began our promo mission, passing out fliers for the upcoming GCS show at the Orange Peel, to patrons of the Lexington Avenue Arts Festival while indulging ourselves in liberal doses of PBR & Nathan’s hot dogs. Somehow after 500 handbills dispersed, we managed to keep this pace & arrive at the main stage for the Ville Boyz set at 9pm, with some modicum of respectable decorum (comparatively speaking of course). The VB’s went on to tear the house down with a rowdy yet upbeat hour of music for a crowd of several hundred. Surprisingly it wasn’t until they slowed it down for one of their satellite associates to do a very VH1, Wycleff-esqe, one-man & his acoustic, love ballad that several meat head goons jumped a guy in flip-flops in the front row, simply because the guy’s girlfriend couldn’t be coerced into making out with one of these assailants (so powerful was the impact of this amorous serenade upon the up & coming date rapist). Ironically the violence was ended by the closing of the set with the rowdiest of Ville Boyz numbers “2 Days Til Tuesday” and all was made right in the jungle. My personal joy was such that I continued my celebration with several associates until about 8am. A respectable 16hr bender survived relatively unscathed.
Waking up Sunday afternoon just two hours before my 7pm set with GFE, I arrived back at the festival just in time to dispatch another chili-cheese dog & two beers before showtime. The crowd was sizable & energetic and the set was deftly executed. The highlight for me was undoubtedly being heckled by a homeless person, a remarkable 1st in a career marked with a litany of auspicious events. The bum managed to make his way to the front row to ice grill the band for a portion of the show, sliding his hand across his throat menacingly along with a few other disparaging gestures, before coming side stage & asking one of the MC’s if he could get a verse (yes even bums rap now & they too believe they do it better than you). After his predictable rebuke Evil Mr. Wendall returned to a place of prominence in the crowd & continued to pantomime his disapproval at the free live music. Say what you will about the downtrodden & dispossessed vagabonds of Asheville but they prove time & again that beggars can in fact be choosers.