Evil B and Me at the Gangsta Rap Superbowl Party
Brian LeVenton better known as “Evil B” to the Gurp City Collective is no longer with us. While we dont know all the details we know his body was found sometime yesterday evening near Butte Meadows. We send out our deepest condolences to his family.
I Met B when he was barbacking at the UBar up in Chico CA. I used to post up at the end of the bar and chop it with up with him about the nuances of everyday life. From women to A’s baseball, music to college life we always managed to get each other through the night til it was time to go home. When he got promoted to bartender B was always the jumpoff for G-Pek, Faydog and Myself. We were never “Going to the UBar,” we were always “Going to say whats up to Evil B.” We called him Evil because of the strong drinks he poured and the things we did after drinking them. But “Evil” was just an ironic name for there was not an ounce of evil in his soul. He was a huge fan of all things Gurp City and would come to or bartend at our shows whenever he could. He treated us like rock stars and we loved him for it. If you ever went to Chico to do a show and got wasted in the process, chances are it was Evil B who made the drink that took you to the next level. It was a tradition whenever we put out anything on a cd that Evil B had to get one of the first copies made. The song at the top of this post “Callin Shots” was written one slow night at the UBar. I was writing the raps and having B name off all the shots as I incorporated them into the lyrics of the song. Yeah its a Spice 1 ripoff but thats besides the point. B was the homie, without him my Chico experience would have been entirely different. Even after I had decided to break out and move on to bigger and better things I always made an effort to go say whats up to Evil B when I came to visit. But over time my trips up north became less and less frequent and we had begun to lose track of one another. I remember the last time I saw B we talked about hitting up A’s and Raider games when the seasons started. We made promises to not flake and that we were gonna “make it happen.” I had always assumed it was going to go down but I never thought I’d be typing this today. Rest In Peace B you were the best bartender and an even better friend. I’ll never forget you.