So you say that last GCS song about eating more chicken just wasn’t quite what you were looking for? Perhaps one about feasting on the brains & innards of human beings would be more your speed. In a brilliant and timely stroke of holiday marketing and much to the chagrin of Billy Graham & fundamentalists the world over, Gurp City South associate & avid horror/zombie film aficionado Agent 23 unleashes his homage to George Romero & the genre he birthed with this tongue-in-cheek breakdown of the fiendish hellscape that is the apocalypse whence the undead walk amongst us. Or “shamble” amongst us to use the parlance of the artist. The track is written and produced by Agent 23, features Debrissa Mckinney on the hook and is the lead single off the completely self produced album “Monkeywrench” (available now on itunes). The video was filmed by Daniel Judson & directed by Tony Burnette. Happy Halloween, the one day of the year when children are encouraged to demand candy from strangers.
Ladies & Gentlemen, THE musical extravaganza of the summer is almost upon us. The Epic mini-festival inside a festival known as Gurp Fest 2012 will undoubtedly make affairs the likes of Bonaroo & the rest seem like turds in a punch bowl. And rightly so, as the awesome power of the Gurp City crew is leveled against the livers of Asheville, during it’s biggest public celebration of the year known as Belle Chere. Beginning Friday July 27th and continuing on to Saturday the 28th, the Emerald Lounge will be presenting members of both the NC & San Francisco branches of the Olympic drinking team known as Gurp City. The line up includes Z-Man, TopR, Weekend Cult, Eddie K, GFE, Foul Mouth Jerk, Free Radio, Al lover & The Haters, as well as a myriad of DJ’s, special guests, hot dog vendors and other various delights. But there will be NO, and I cannot stress this enough, NO fire jugglers/dancers and No fucking hula hoops. Please be sure to pack at least one extra liver, and a change of clothes, as you will surely shit your socks.
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.
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