Anyhow, I was living out there and doing record reviews for a 'zine called Flavor Magazine which was a newsprint type of mag that was really ahead of it's time. They were very underground and had so many good interviews and writers, it's too bad it never caught on. It actually shared office space with another magazine that was trying to break called XLR8R. That was a rave magazine at the time. I used to walk by and say what's up, but that was about it. I had no idea what it was going to become years later.
So, at one point I managed to do some club promotion. I met this girl who ran a club called the Rock Candy (dunno if that still exists), and told her I wanted to do a show with some rappers from the Bronx. I was going crazy over the Show & AG 12" called Next Level, and wanted them to perform in Seattle. Even though there wasn't a huge amount of interest, mostly just the heads. We were a tight knit group. I ended up reaching out to them, basically by calling a number on the single. We set up a date, the group was going to come out along with Roc Raida, who was their DJ at the time, a tour manager, and Party Arty, their moral support, and MC. He was 17 at the time. So, after getting all the contracts signed, plane tix purchased, hotels booked etc.. we ran into a very big problem. "Show ain't comin'" said the tour manager.
"Oh, what's up?" "He can't make it. Also, the tour manager can't make it either, your going to need to change up some tix, add Wally World, instead of Show, and add me instead of the tour manager". Remember at the time it was Show and AG, not just AG. And the real deal as to what the circumstances were are pretty much "let's keep this on the low", shit.
So, the crew ends up coming out amid the rumors swirling around Seattle. Most people thought it was cancelled because Show couldn't make it. Also in the line-up was PB Wolf, who I was a good friend of so, boom, he's gotta be there and a group from the bay which I knew pretty well called the Homeliss Derilex.
At the time I thought 50 grand to be the greatest MC unsigned. Later he went on to do some 12"s with STH.
Oh, There weren't any difficulties flying these guys out.
So, the show went well but due to the circumstances there was definately tension in the crowd. Grand got into a scuffle with some heckler who wouldn't shut up. And I lost money on the show, but still we "did for the love!"
The next time I ran into AG was at a Fat Beats anniversary show. It was a really big event in LA and even Big L was to perform. But he ended up shot and killed. And who was the replacement? Foreign Legion.
I was backstage when I ran into AG and Arty. "Yo! remember me?" They remembered well, and we all gave hip-hop hugs. Arty wanted to go buy a bottle of Jack and so I quickly pulled a twenty out and asked for the same. I said "here's a twenty, but bring me back my fuckin' change" (obsure Showbiz lyric) And luckily he got the reference.
"Marc Stretch had Prozack in his fuckin' backpack! On stage, rapping!" What? That was the night we performed again with some crazy stage show so that "they'll remember this shit". From the DJ table, I though the reaction was mixed. But that was the night I met Lorrie Boula (Z-Trip Mgr.) She wanted to manage us on the spot. Cut Chemist said, "you guys stole the show with that shit" I agreed. It was because of the sheer strength of Marc Stretch holding Prozack in his back-pack (a large on at that) and rapping a whole fucking verse and then turning around exposing Zack to the crowd, then him doing his verse while Stretch stood in a B-Boy stance, arms crossed mic in hand? WTF? That's some funny shit.
I'll finish this later. Gotta go to NYC tomorrow. 11am flight.
Oh and if you out in NYC check out Prince Paul at BB Kings along with AG and me. It's on Haloween.