Thoughts on Eyedea

A few people have asked why I haven’t written anything about Eydea passing away. I guess I wasn’t sure what to say. When someone dies, people have a tendency to personalize it—make it about themselves. (I’m guilty of this. Anyone that’s been around here knows that I took the Jay Reatard thing kinda hard.) For the record, I did not know Michael Larson. I was purely a fan boy, in awe of his prowess rocking the mic as Eydea. I bought his records and I went to see him rap…many, many times. Eyedea was a major role player in making the Twin Cities the hip-hop powerhouse it is today. These are a just few I-remember-when moments that have come to mind over the past couple days. I’d like to share them with you…

Headshots Vol 6: Industrial Warfare mixtape
Eyedea’s freestyle recorded live in the 7th St. Entry, rapping about being too young to be in bars…while in a bar.

Collabos with Oddjobs
Whether it was his verses on Oddjobs records or the tape they did together, Bridges Over Hidden Whereabouts, whenever they teamed up it was on some next-gen shit.

Sixth Sense verses on DJ Abilities’ Finally mixtape
Something, something, “Can of Coke,” something, something, “Drinkin’ out the party ball.” (I don’t remember exactly how it goes. I’ll listen to it tonight and update.)

Overhearing him talking at Fifth Element
I was shopping in Fifth Element the first year they were open and Eyedea happen to be in there with his mom. I distinctly remember him talking about how he can’t go to the mall anymore because “these kids won’t leave me alone.” He was a senior in high school.

Battle rapping with Slug
The best live incarnation of Atmosphere was Slug and Eydea & Abilities. There was always a freestyle portion near the end of their set where Slug and Eyedea would battle each other. Eyedea dropped a verse on Slug one night that I will always remember: “Dude, you’re my idol. But you drink too much. Plus, I think you’re suicidal.” Doesn’t sound like much on paper, but when he rapped it, a sold out First Avenue went ape shit bananas.

Watching him watch himself on TV
After he won the freestyle Blaze Battle in Chicago, Ryhmesayers screened it at the Red Sea, followed by an Atmosphere performance. You could see it on the dude’s face as he watched it he was like, “Damn, I was up there with KRS-ONE.”

El-P yelling at him on stage
A Def-Jux tour rolled through town. El-P and Aesop Rock (or was it Mr. Lif?) invited Eyedea up on stage for a freestyle session. Every time the mic got passed to him, he would start talking gibberish and finally El could take no more and yelled at him, “Shut up and rap!” Then he killed them with a dope verse.

Him rapping
My favorite memories of Eyedea are just him rapping. Rapping and rapping and rapping and rapping. Countless times the dude would drop a verse that would have the whole place going “Ooooooooooooooooh!” Dude could rap.

I feel weird casually mentioning these things without much detail. But that’s all I really have in me right now. It’s a total bummer when someone dies so young. Especially someone as talented as Eyedea.


Life: Best Served Chilled

I love ice. It helps keep beverages cold and most beverages taste much better ice cold. However, I hate when all I want to do is take a big swig of my gin and whatever’s-in-the-house and I get a mouth full of ice cubes. Freezing cold ice cubes that make my teeth feel like they’re going to crack. Out of the three basic needs in life (eating, sleeping, and fornicating) I think eating might be my favorite. And that includes drinking, which of course includes adult beverages. My roommate yelled at me last night because I wasn’t really paying attention and I almost made a mixed drink with $40 per bottle whiskey. Boy did I feel sheepish! Lately I’ve developed a taste for fine scotch. Really fine scotch. Like, shit that’s so expensive you wouldn’t even dream of getting trashed on it cuz that would just be a waste of all those fine quarter-casked-single-malt flavors. Those delicious peaty smoky flavors… I’m starting to drool a little bit here… I just like to take a big whiff of the glass, then take the tiniest of sips and let it sit on my tongue for a bit. Oh God it’s great. What’s wrong with enjoying a few fine pleasures in life? I don’t get to do it very often cuz Lord knows I’m broke as shit. But to indulge, to sit back and smell the roses… or in my case, smell the scotch - it‘s nice every now and again. I feel like most people around me, myself included, are so stressed out about life. I take comfort in my quiet Nihilism; believing that in the end, nothing really matters. I just strive to be comfortable enough right now - fed, fucked, and rested. So whenever I’m feeling especially desperate, I try to relax. And shake my liquors so I don’t have to worry about damn giant ice cubes flooding into my mouth.

I'm Faster Than My Shadow


Political Correctness Is Really Harshing My Gig

The modern PC world has made it terribly difficult for me to swear. I remember my freshman year of college and I described someone as a “fag” because that was the best description of him I could muster and my “friend” was all “rrrrrealy?” Should I just expand my vocabulary?

I don’t think so. Maybe I just grew up in a special (like retarded) sort of bubble or something, but I’ve always felt “faggot” was a special term of endearment. We didn’t call just anybody faggot. You had to EARN that prefix to your name. C’mon, how are you gonna argue with Faggot

Feliple? (Way better than Famous Felipe… )

Cunt. So modern feminist clich├ęd… yet still so wonderful. I don’t find it offensive (because I have no soul). I just think it’s a beautiful, colorful word. Every time I’ve been called a cunt, I’ve laughed in the face of said name-caller.

Negress…. I have no explanation for why I think this offensive term is so goddamn wonderful. It just sounds powerful and beautiful to me. Whatever.

And then there’s the vag. I challenge all of you to a vagina euphemism contest. I bet I would win all beat battle style