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Champaign-Urbana, IL - Musician, producer, composer, audio designer, and DJ Larry E. Gates II  has played hundreds of stages across the nation and has shared those stages with the likes of Chuck Berry, G. Love & Special Sauce, 30 Seconds To Mars, Local H, Superdrag, Trombone Shorty, Brother Ali, The Nappy Roots, Blueprint, DJ Rare Groove, Illogic, and many others.

 

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Entries in Geto Boys (4)

Way Gone Wednesdays: Bushwick Bill

Bushwick Bill, the littlest Geto Boy of them all, is the subject of a new documentary (with your help). I met Bushwick in 1999 at a Twista show. Surreal moment. Dig the clip below and donate.

indiegogo bushwick bill film teaser from failedathlete on Vimeo.

Feel Good Fridays: Geto Boys

"This year Halloween fell on a weekend/me and Geto Boys are trick-or-treatin"

Happy Halloween, y'all.

Real Talk Tuesdays: N.W.A.

Back in the day I used to memorize evey album I bought within days of the purchase. The particularly dirty raps (N.W.A., Geto Boys, etc) were stictly played in headphones to avoid my parent's wrath. But for tamer acts like the Beastie Boys, L.L. and Run DMC I was able to cover most obscenities with a well timed cough or by bouncing a basketball when my folks were within earshot. Found this video this morning of a thirty-something couple playing N.W.A for their son. Killer.

Throwback Thursdays: Geto Boys

Bushwick Bill is a legend.  A midget gangster rapper from Jamaica who came to the states and linked up with Scarface and Willie D to form Geto Boys.  In high school we were always amused by dirty raps, but Geto Boys brought it to extremes (rape, murder, angel dust).  We listened in amazement not thinking about what it might be like to hide such records from our own children someday.  

Fast forward to 1998 and I ran into Bushwick Bill at a Twista show (of all places).  I told him about listening to his records on the down low as a teen and tried not to stare at his "bad" eye.  Kinda surreal. 

1990 was my senior year in high school.  At 5'4" I handled the point for our basketball team and carried an enormous chip on my shoulder.  Before a game against our inter-county rivals, the Rockville Rox, I asked my Latin teacher (yes, I took Latin...and Spanish) to translate "Size Ain't Shit" for me.  He rolled his eyes and obliged scribbling  "Maxum Non Excretum" - I wrote it on athletic tape and put in on the back of my basketball shoes.