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.
Ok… after some days on the road that required another week of recovery I have returned & will get back on my posting grind, as there are things afoot that the public simply must be made aware of. But before all that I wanna thank Lauren Pierro, Tone, The Problmeaddicts & all the folks who mad this year’s Bella Terra Festival possible. This weekend was further proof of my belief that the liver is evil & deserves punishment. As usual my main damey & partner in crime Johnny Durkin aka Kool DJ Amber Alert acted in collusion on the heist of several golf carts. Capers that were highlighted by a power slide into the head of security, my first pop-a-wheelie, and culminated in both myself & Durk crashing high speed (for a golf cart anyway) through the performances of two aghast fire jugglers. A spectacular moral victory for enemies of the faux arts everywhere.
Once again proving that Gurp City is a lifestyle not a gimmick, TopR, Adam Strange, DJ Amber Alert & I did a grievously hungover yet heroic 4pm Saturday set in the blazing hot sun for a few hundred damaged, yet no worse for the wear festival goers. And though playing outdoors, I for once took the occasion to not barf onstage… I know, kind of seems like a wasted opportunity. While over the course of two consecutive all nighters several pictures were taken of cohorts & party members in various embarrassing states of vulnerability & compromising positions, unfortunately they are of such low quality I am unable to post them here. We will simply have to make due with the above endearing little number of those of us who made it to 6am Sunday morning just hours before we made our escape back to Lagurdia, none the wiser.
Special thanks to MadLee for the timely airport pick-up & the clean get away in the $100K Benzo. You sir are a class act. Gurp City South wins again.
Once again the Fist Fam is back on their video grind with another single off the “Posted” LP. In a bold & decisive maneuver that no one saw coming the song is groundbreakingly titled “Drinkin” and shockingly is about the imbibing of alcoholic beverages (seriously, where do they come up with this stuff?!). The video was shot at the legendary Reitzel family estate, back home in the mountains of Western NC, which provides an actual family feel to the whole thing that I really enjoyed. My favorite part being the cameo appearances of little Cameron Smith aka Cool James aka Not Fuckin With You Nerd James’. Al Lover stays on his production grind on this one, as you could probably tell if you picked up a copy of “Posted” (available on vinyl & download here on their artist page of this site).
One blaring omission is the total lack of any appearance by the one & only Foul Mouth Jerk, but as they say “Always leave them wanting more”. The Panama Jack EP will be available for free download on Gurpcitysouth.com any day now so holla back & make sure you get a copy. Another job well done by the Fist Fam.
For those that don’t know, every Thursday from 10pm to midnight several members of the Gurp City South crew, namely myself (Foul Mouth Jerk), TopR Holiday, Adam Strange & Smidi host an internet radio show on Ashevillefm.org, appropriately known as the Worst Case Scenario. The program is basically two hours of dubious opinions, wild, baseless speculation and slanderous accusations that push the envelope of free speech to the outermost reaches of dickishness, with bits of rap music peppered liberally throughout. It’s sort of like a drunk version of Hardball meets Kool DJ Red Alert… with racist jokes. Recurring guests include a case of PBR, the head of our research department (i.e. one gossipin ass black chick) known as the Snow Shark, and a 15 y.o Hungarian boy affectionately referred to as Serbian Beiber, who serves as an intern, but whose main purpose is to retrieve beers & keep us abreast of how low the standards of behavior for teenage girls has fallen. Needless to say it’s the cutting edge in tasteless public discourse.
That being said, I have been promising on air to post highlights from the show on the site for months. And while I wouldn’t count on this now being a new, reliable occurrence on my part, I will be posting what I think to be the funnier snippets from random episodes as frequently as my feeble work ethic will allow. The current posting being an episode in which multiple members of the staff had split a bag of shrooms just before going on the air.
So without further ado…
It should be no surprise to any regular visitor of this site that Gus Cutty is keeping what we call Blue Collar Rap alive. We may not have invented this particular sub-genre, but we will surely not be shy in claiming that we did. And if we didn’t, we do it better than anyone that you think did. And Gus spends his time doing it better than most of us.
So if you suffer the indignity or pride of riding the city bus, in any city or town to get to work and back I’m sure that you will feel this jawn. As the last man standing who actually owns & listens to a discman to drown out the cacophony of human background noise with actual headphones and not earbuds it hits home for me. When I’m not ignoring current society with burnt copies of “Big Daddy Thing” I’m listening to this or shit just like it… Enjoy Fucker
As promised, The Ville Boyz are stepping on the gas as they reach the final stretch to releasing their latest full length, and stepping their game up along with it. So here is pre-album release, free single #3 “Be Somebody”. Enjoy.
DJ Hyphen Interview-2 - DJ Hyphen Interview w/ TopR & Jerk pt 2
DJ Hyphen Interview-3 - DJ Hyphen w/ Jerk & TopR pt 3
As promised here are the 2nd and third parts of the Marathon of Shame interview with DJ Hyphen form KUBE 93fm in Seattle’s “Sunday Night Sound Session”. And for shits & giggles I included a picture taken mere moments before I became locked in mortal combat with the aforementioned racist bulldog on the mean streets of Denver… He got some lucky shots in, but I still feel I won the fight.