Gurp City

It's like Vegas fool. San Francisco and the Bay Area rappers, producers and DJs all get together for one good cause, to get drunk as fuck and make good music. Gurp City consists of hip hop pioneers such as DJ Quest and DJ Eddie Def to underground legends like Bored Stiff and Sacred Hoop to freestyle champions TopR and Conceit...pretty much every alcoholic rapper in the Bay Area of California. The Gurp Fam keeps growing and innovating rap music with artists like Trunk Drank, Z-Man, Fist Fam, Grand Invincible, Fay Dog, G-Pek, Eddie K, DJ Marz, Bullet Proof Space Travelers, Bullet Proof Scratch Hampsters, DJ Cue, Brandon B, Luke Sick, Iron Fist, Thuggy Fresh, 6 Feet Deep, DJ Mathew Africa, 4oneFunk, DJ Teeko, DJ Max Kane, DJ Mista-B, DJ B. Cause, DNAE Beats, Boac, The Makai, Third Sight, The AlterBoys, MC Oroville, Illsquad, Live Human, Lords Crew, Alex Pardee, Zero Friends, Big Sammy, DJ Raw B and Fatees.

Archive for May, 2007

Bloom-efit Mix by DJ Oh.

Tuesday, May 1st, 2007

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edeeq & DJ Oh

Even though long time Gurp City Homie DJ Oh wasnt able to make it out to Chico for the Bloom-efit he still came thru for the cause. E-rok showed up from San Jose with a shoebox full a special mixtape made by DJ Oh just for the event. Streaming at the top of this post is the first 15 minutes of the mix “My Definition of a Bloombastic Rap Style”. Check it out, if you like what youre hearing make a little donation (at least a couple bucks) to our paypal fund for Corey Bloom (directions listed below). Any amount will be accepted and we will send you a link to download the rest of the mix immediately after. If your a broke dick loser or cant figure out paypal, or maybey you bought Corey a drink one night and he never got you back just hit me up ej*AT*gurpcity*DOT*net and I’ll send you the link as well.

Donate funds securely through www.paypal.com. All you have to do is go to www.paypal.com — click on SEND MONEY and then enter in the email address lydia@quannum.com and it will explain it from there. She is a very trustworthy person who is gathering money from a bunch of Corey’s Rapper/DJ/Producer/PR/Record Label contacts that he works with on a daily basis.

If you want to find out more about what DJ Oh is up to check out New Medina Beat Suites

The First Hundred Is The Hardest Release Party Tonight!

Tuesday, May 1st, 2007

DNAE BEATS FIRST HUNDRED IS THE HARDEST

Swing by Madrone Lounge, 500 Divisadero St. SF, and catch DNAE Beats‘ release party for his new album, The First Hundred Is The Hardest. DJ B. Cause will be gracing the turntables as well as DJ Centipede, Funny Indo, DJ Diversify, and Citizen Ten.

Luke Sick’s Bloomefit Recap. “Unforgurpable”

Tuesday, May 1st, 2007

Faded Bloom 4am

It’s not an act; it’s what we do.

I’m your typical Gurp City resident. When I go to a house party, I like to drink on an empty stomach and go out my fucking body. I don’t wanna look cool and have intelligent conversation, and I got in-house, so I’m not trying to preen for the dirty ones either. You ain’t gonna catch me with bottled water. I’m trying to get drunk and stoned, period. I’m that motherfucker you worry about pissing in the living room. I don’t drink and politely resign to a cubby hole when it’s time for beddy-bye either. I drink until I can’t move and my brain cannot form the images necessary for vision, and then I just stay where I am till that’s over. Anybody that’s done Ketamine knows what I’m talking about; it’s like I drink myself into an alcoholic K-hole. Yeah, worry about me, dude. I’m the guy singing along to NWA’s “Gangsta Gangsta” in an Axl Rose voice (post-facelift), and basically acting like a seventh-grader off his first sixer. And sweating profusely is a big part of it. So is doing the Get Low. But I can’t cuz I’m drunk and fat and uncoordinated even when sober and not from Fillmore, so I just watch other motherfuckers. And don’t let me get near the turntables, ’cause I’ll just play all my own shit. I like to be piss drunk and shameless. It’s how I have fun. I’ve been doing the exact same thing for over 20 years. And I love it. And my friends don’t mind, ’cause they do it too. Most everybody I know already knows this, but I’ll say it anyway: Presenting the façade of a baller, well-paid and reserved with a fat cigar and brandy-snifter balanced nimbly in one’s fingers isn’t even a millionth as fun as getting blurry and causing a ruck, reaching out your filthy forty-grippers for anything liquid (even if it’s pink and coconut-flavored) or smoke-able and cracking yourself the fuck up.

All this being said, I tend to be a pretty annoying drunk to those that consider themselves grown, too cool for anything that’s not Jameson and Pabst, or above the art blacking out and acting a fuckin’ fool, and I usually get yelled at, kicked out of places, and punched hard for mouthing off to someone I shouldn’t have. But ya know we gotta say fuck it to that, ’cause if we didn’t we wouldn’t have nearly as much fun. The Bloomefit was a perfectly tolerant place to flex this type of personal freedom for alcoholic enjoyment. It might’ve been the last total retardo throwdown for a long time as all the ranchers are hittin’ the wind and working on their solo projects, and I just want to thank everybody who organized the shin-dig and gave us an outlet to do our favorite thing, and I think all the gurpos in attendance share my gratitude. And the coolest part about it was that it wasn’t to make ourselves look good, feel cool, make money, or shamelessly promote; we did it to help out our relly, Lord Facials. Basically, this is all a disclaimer for why I drank the “Dean Juice” and got on dean and why I look like such a baby mook in the footage from that Lean Night (all this shit was inspired by Unforgivable on youtube which was in heavy rotation at the Bloomefit; watch that shit.) The sting of embarrassment now after-the-fact just reminds me of the balls out good time I had, or at least I keep telling myself that to steer clear of regrets. Quote of the night, I’m not gonna say who said it: “She’s nice with the head game, but that bitch just won’t shut up!” Thanks to all the fools who DJed (Loomis, Aye Jay, Heathakilla, Brandon B yo Count: thanks for the sneak preview screening of “Block Monster”—fools are gonna flip over that shit when you get it edited—y’all thought Father Rick was funny, sheee–it, etc.) which provided the soundtrack towards my eventual Dean-ism, thanks to G-pek for mixin’ the Juice, thanks to E-Rock for the ride, thanks to Paul for telling us to turn it down when the Neighbor yelled in desperation: “Lower The Bass!,” thanks to Alan for making the fresh hoodies, thanks to Thuggy for bringing his camera and making Me and Pek look like the true goons we are, thanks to E, Lydia, Sammy, and Sammy’s boy who drove all the way back to Sac or some shit that night, and anybody else that passed the grapes in clear papes, and thanks to that motherfuckin’ lowlife that stole Corey’s lap-top and gave us a reason to have the party in the first place.

I fuckin’ love that shit. It’s what the City’s all about… Gurp , gurp. You are a basehead. I can see it in your eyes. Don’t fight it. Go to sleep.