Showing posts with label emo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label emo. Show all posts

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Hey Everybody! Come See Me DJ Next Weekend! Cassidy vs. The Faint

OK, this is where I use this blog to mercilessly promote my other shit.

As many of you already know, I'm going to be DJing at the Tiger Bar on July 19. To give people a little taste of what I'm going to be bringing to the table, I thought a battle between two of my staples might be cool.

Be warned, these two acts have very little in common with one another other than they both tend to work their way into my set.

The Contest

In the blue corner, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, with one manslaughter conviction and one near-death experience with a box van, CASSIDY!

Some rappers have real names that are so awesome, they have to work them into their stage name. Marshall Mathers III took his intials and became Eminem. Talib Kweli Greene just pulled a Madonna and dropped his surname. Obie Trice's name was so awesome he skipped picking a rap name altogether.

Cassidy, on the other hand, was born Barry Adrian Reese, which may be the weakest name ever. Barry Reese is not the name of a street-hardened soldier. It's the name of a mid-level insurance salesman. The most Barry Reese can hope for is to be a big wheel down at the cracker factory.

On the other hand, Cassidy makes me think of a washed-up '70s pop star, so it's not that much of an improvement.

Cassidy starting rapping at age 13. He first got noticed as a battle rapper, winning contests on local radio and eventually beating Roc-A-Fella artist and fellow Philadelphian Freeway in a head-to-head battle.

In 2003 he released his first full-length album Split Personality. The idea was to showcase the "two sides" of Cassidy. Half the songs showed off his battle rapping skills, while the other half were poppier and more accessible to 14-year-old girls. The album was a commercial success but put a major dent in Cassidy's street cred. The mega-hit "Hotel," with a hook featuring R. Kelly, was the perfect summer pop song, but so soft it totally prevented people from taking Cassidy's battle styles seriously.

In '05 he released I'm a Hustla. The album featured minimal pop shit and had a title track/first single that came very close to being part of the burgeoning "crack rap" subgenre. Sadly, the album was a commercial flop thanks to Cassidy being "unavailable" to help promote it.

On June 8, 2005, three weeks before the release of I'm a Hustla, Philadelphia police put out an arrest warrant for Cassidy in connection with a murder in April of that year. He spent the rest of 2005 in jail awaiting trial. As a result, touring and promotional appearances were off the menu for Cassidy, causing the label to leave I'm a Hustla to rot. (Cassidy was later found guilty of involuntary manslaughter and released after serving eight months of an 11 month sentence.)

Cassidy's third album, BARS: The Barry Adrian Reese Story, came out in October 2007 and produced the slightly annoying club hit "My Drank and My 2 Step."

This is the video for "I'm a Hustla." Although the album fell flat, the single was the first song to go platinum as a cell phone ringtone, so that has to count for something. Also, if you look carefully you can see those fucking goons from Growing Up Gotti pretending to be hard in a couple frames.

This is a song that I usually play fairly early in my set, when I'm trying to weed out the weak by playing offensive shit that I happen to like.



The Competition

In the red corner from Omaha, Nebraska (seriously), a band that was too cool for Conner Oberst, THE FAINT!

The Faint were formed in 1995 by brothers Todd and Clark Baechle and high school buddy Joel Peterson. Originally, they were an emo band named Norman Bailer (a reference to Norman Mailer and, presumably, their heartland roots.)

After realizing the emo is unbearably lame, the band changed their name to The Faint and moved in a more danceable Neo-New Wave musical direction. In 1999 they released the incredibly sexed-up Blank-Wave Arcade and managed to be The Rapture before The Rapture had even released an album.

My personal relationship to The Faint goes back to 2002, when a bar called Red Square opened in St. Catharines, Ontario, where I was living and attending school at the time. St. Catharines is a painfully uncool town, so anything remotely hip or cool or "indie," no matter how contrived, was like a life raft for me. Red Square was located under the hooker hotel downtown, had no sign for the first year of its life and was at the bottom of a metal stairwell that was downright treacherous after a few drinks.

Certain songs became Friday night staples at The Square, to the point where if the DJ hadn't played "Decepticon" or "Deformative" by 1:00, someone would go up to him and politely ask him what the fuck he was waiting for. Of those Friday night staples, my absolute favourite to this day is "Worked Up So Sexual" off of Blank-Wave Arcade. Now that I'm DJing a little, I make it a point to put "Worked Up So Sexual" into my set wherever possible. It's just that good.

Friday night was indie rock night at Red Square, while Saturday was goth/EBM night. I went every Friday like it was a religious obligation, and went quite a few Saturdays, gaining a new appreciation for goth music, and goth women.

Sadly, there is no video for "Worked Up So Sexual," so I'll have to make due with my second favourite Faint song, "Agenda Suicide," off of 2001's Danse Macabre.