days 5 and 6 .... where the homeys play a SUPER CREV show and spend the next day recovering.

(yes, this is a LONG FUCKING POST, but this is the first day that some real interesting shit popped off AND i actually made an effort to document it all, so skim it or go deep, it's up to you!)

so day 5 was saturday and it was definitely the most nutso day yet. let me start by saying you may or may not have noticed an abundant use of the word "crev". i can't really explain what it means because the game is to be sold and not told. i think that its connotation should be enough for you to figure it out. this is not a french word, this is Briefcase slang. it can be used along the lines of "smurf" i.e. it can be a noun, adjective, adverb and maybe even a verb.

the day starts with me dipping to the store, copping some ish, and making breakfast for me and the homey.



that picture wasn't really worth putting on here but for some fuckin reason i took it, maybe cause i was stoked on my first real cooking foray here. it's eggs btw, if you can't tell.

then i took my 2nd shower of the week. here is a video showing you what it do:



then i shaved some and cut my lip and me and gino left to go to jp's to link up so we can all go to this benefit show we are playing at for a st. etienne homey who is locked down. there is going to be a punk band playing and some DJs, and i am not actually on the flier or whatever, but the fact is, it's looking like B.E.A.R. will be in full effect because we got me, Subtitle and 202 Project ....

we are running late, probably due to my girly pre-show grooming and inability to be able to find anything when i need it, and 202 has already left, leaving us a google map that is really just a map .... like, no real start here end here type shit. me and gino end up getting lost in straight Turkish Town where we stick out like fuck and i keep thinking of ill Ice T songs about people being in the wrong hood and shit .... we ask a homey at the Library for help, and he points and says some shit in french and then we continue to fumble around and eventually find the spot.

the place is gnarly. not so much a venue, but a straight up palatial squatter mansion. chapel hill people, its like you took all the kids in front of the post office and gave them a 4 story house thing with an ill sub-basement and a dungeon (where we will be playing). here is us creeping out the spot pre-show ....



so we get back, and now it is apparently time to roll some cones up ... fools out here stay straight blitted on hash. i haven't even seen any weed this whole time except for some brown (formerly green) chronic in a dusty jar that some dude was saving. out here it is straight tobacco/hash bats all day long ....



i don't know what the deal with squatters is, but let me tell you, this crew HOOKED IT THE FUCK UP. we got a serious smorgasbord of grub, like, ridiculous. food everywhere .....



that doesn't even show the half of it. dessert included the ill english speaking musician homey (formerly of vomit for breakfast, not sure what his latest band is) serving up melted chocolate on pears ....



this STILL does not show the half of it. plus i am drinking wine that comes in what is essentially a 40 oz. bottle. but in a glass, yo, not like i am holding the whole jigga jigga!!

okay, now it's time to get crev. the punk band is a 2-piece called Ecowar and they are a dutch lady (mostly on drums) and an an australian guy (mostly of guitar) doing, like, political songs and such ... shout outs to protesters and animal rights ... a song for the "fashion punkys" .... tho, they end up being dubbed Ecomore for how long they played .... like, over an hour some theorized. i am starting to get a little nervous about what the response for me is going to be since the crowd has a rather eclectic mix of crust punks, algerian track suit dudes steady puffin cones, skinhead lookin chicks, random skater dudes (including the homey from the skate shop near the crib, that's my dog), a smattering of Subtitle and 202 fans, and some st. etienne locals (all locals really, just using that as a loose term for those without a real clear "genre"). and this one dude is getting all edgy and yelling "merde!!" during the rock set and establishing himself as a true heckler.

so 202 goes next and slays .... his music is more in the crev type shit, like, intense sounds and beats, and he is up there lookin like a straight loc ....



i am stoked because he is doing his set a little different than usual, this one is all synth and laptop madness .... dude is just straight lurking in the depths behind his gear, but then he comes out to do some thangs on the mic ....



Subtitle frees with him at the end of his set and then he intros me. people are starting to pile in (quite a decent turnout for a straight up basement party in a cutty neighborhood) and i hit em with Ceiling Is Black and IT IS ON. i did about a 17 minute set with an encore, and it was so live. like, no offense to y'all homeys that supposedly know me and love me or are fans or whatever, but these fools were straight crunk with it, assuming anyone still says crunk anymore ... what should i say then? gonzo? i mean, we're talking a pile of girls in the front going ape, the homeys gettin wild, i end up with a dress hanging from my neck, flossin with that .... women's shoes all over the floor in front of me, other random clothes (albeit, snatched off a rack that was down there, not like people were ripping them off their back ... even as much as i encouraged them to do so) the shirt comes off (to much fanfare from the ladies and a slight grumble from the dudes but they hang in there ...) and shit is going crazy, i literally try to put this dress on and can't figure it out and then this woman jumps in and is like forcing me into some other lil dress and i give up halfway and do most of the song, Tourin With Jesus, like, half in half out the mother fucker, like the thugs used to wear their jackets when Ja-Rule was still cool .... i mean, just BASEMENT PARTY MADNESS. got this one part on that track where everyone is supposed to scream with me and EVERYONE DID IT ... the people barely even speak english and they know what to do. so crev. i am straight TWEAKING on the dance tip, one dude called me "iggy pop's son" ..... it was maybe the best show of my life (or perhaps just the most fun), as far the latest Juan Huevos configuration goes. Subtitle got some video footage on his phone that maybe will make it on here .....

so he goes next and straight murks these fools!!! intelligent, dancy, electro beats, some of which i heard before and some that i hadn't, and people are way into it ... here are 2 lil clips to show you how live it was in there ..... in the second clip, Subtitle's set is finished but he is free-ing over this murderous techno DJ that came up next, and i had just finished doing a verse as well, it was like a mosh pit in this mother fucker ..... in the first clip peep the algerian track suit homeys right up on him (they gave mad love) and know that there are more people than it looks like, i am kinda close up ....





fuck, these looked cooler on my computer. i mean, not uploaded on the blog. they seem hella dark. so the nite fades out with me and gino dancin with some chicks in the bassment, and then me kicking it upstairs with jp and making more videos that i prob shouldn't put on the internet. but you HAVE to check out my new friend.


(L to R: riri, jp/202, j waves)

dude is a great singer/musician, but to me, he was just nuts. he said the most INSANE things in english, but unfortunately i didn't catch the best of it .... still, homey is off the hook (for some reason he kept filming ME filming HIM):



(editor's note: dude said some very nice things about me on the internet. big ups, riri.)

and there is this crazy situation where they keep asking me and Subtitle to play ANOTHER SET. like, over and over. basically, we don't do it, but it seems like we are letting some folks down ....

the next day, we are all a bunch of tired ogres, but we still take some time to skate a flat ground spot for a while. we go to the grocery store where some cats are straight beefing with each other, one dude holding his lil child in his arms the whole time, gino says he hears them flipping about money. jp makes the best quiche-type thing ever for dinner and we have a salad as well, both with bomb ass goat cheese (yes, your boy is fucking with cheese. and bread. so much fuckin bread. bread for days. and coffee. lots of coffee. bread and coffee is pretty much the diet out here.)

i also learned that girls here brush their teeth the same way we all do. who knew?



i turn 29 tomorrow.

huevos out.