My epic beard brother, B. Dolan, has officially tied the knot, y’all! As is (what I assume) the duty of every “best man”, I put up quite a fight to stop him from Continue reading
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MY LAST THREE SHOWS OF 2012 are with B. Dolan!
DEC 20 – ORLANDO, FL - at Plaza Live – with B. Dolan. TICKETS
DEC 21 – Jacksonville, FL - at Jack Rabbits (AA) with B. Dolan. TICKETS
Dec 22 – NEW ORLEANS, LA - at Tipitina’s (18+) with B. Dolan. TICKETS
As we are celebrating the “10 Year Anniversary” of PERSONAL JOURNALS, the songs from that album will be the main focus at upcoming shows!
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This t-shirt design is based off of Sage Francis’ “Sea Lion” lyrics and cover art.
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Epic Beard Men = Sage Francis and B. Dolan.
We rap. We have fun raps and we have angry raps.
2BAD is a fun and angry rap and it’s on me brudda’s “House of Bees Vol 2″ album. Reanimator on the beat. Buddy Peace on the cut. Video by Mason Johnson and Tyler Woodbury.
Epic Beard Men…4 EVA.
I didn’t have access to beats in 1989, so for this “Mother’s Day Rap” I used two tape decks to loop the open section of a De La Soul song. A segment of this old recording appears on my “Personal Journals” album and now that we’re celebrating the 10 Year Anniversary of its release it’s as good time as any to release this old recording in its entirety. It’s not the best rap in the world but it was better than just signing my name on a Hallmark card. I dedicate this to all the moms who let their kids play in the mud as well as the moms who make their kids clean up their act. My mom stayed supportive and let me explore my creativity, but she also pushed me to do good in school, work hard, and she didn’t put up with any BS.
In 2011 I recorded a slew of features for other people’s albums. It’s part of the reason why I don’t have an album of my own to release this year (i.e. I will not be doing any more collabos until my next album is finished.) Anyway, I’m proud of the features I recorded and I’m excited that they are finally beginning to surface. This Wild Wild West song (for Kristoff Krane’s “fanfaronade” album) is a favorite of mine. I do the first verse, Kristoff does the second verse, and then Sadistik caps it off. It’s one of those kind of songs where we said, “Fuck a chorus. Let’s just rap hard and get it in.” No one really said that, but the most obvious truths often go unspoken.
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B. DOLAN – “STILL HERE”
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B. Dolan and I just finished our jaunt through Texas. We had a great time (you can read a review of one of the shows by clicking here)
My favorite part of this whole tour was getting to hang with B. Dolan for 5 days. We’ve been on our own separate tour paths since 2010, so it was really nice to joke around, dis rappers, and spitball ideas with him. Not to mention developing the whole Epic Beard Men concept on stage while performing our songs together again. Some of the material we performed together is from his new mixtape, “House of Bees Vol 2.” Pre-order package deals are available at www.tinyurl.com/HouseOfBeesVol2
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On the eve of my flight to Texas, while preparing for my 4 shows there with B. Dolan, I’ve been thinking about my past experiences in the Lone Star State. One thing is for sure…there’s never been a dull moment.
The last time B. Dolan and I played Houston (show review here), we were on my LI(F)E tour. On this particular evening we were surprised to see that a popular national bank had set up a booth inside our venue. Apparently they were “sponsors” of the show. We harassed them until they left, but not until they hurled some threats our way. Stuff like…you know…we’ll never play this city again and we have no idea how detrimental this situation will be to our careers. Needless to say, we reveled in the moment, made them pack up their credit card offers, and bid them a fond adieu with a mature and age-appropriate gesture.
However, the most absurd experience I had in Houston took place during the Death Dance tour a couple years prior. Our show was at Warehouse Live, a venue with two separate rooms. On the night of our show, the second room was hosting a minor league pro-wrestling event. I’m not sure what it’s really called. It’s like pro wrestling but it’s not “pro.” It’s like backyard wrestling, but there’s no backyard involved. Anyway, my group was sharing the same backstage area as all of these wrestlers who were dressed in their tights and fabulous sparkly outfits. Despite our typically drab sense of fashion, we were mistaken as wrestlers throughout the night. I can’t understand why.
One of the wrestlers pulled on the shirt of my tourmate in order to wipe baby oil from his hands. Apparently this is acceptable behavior in their circuit of amateur pro-wrestlers. He apologized once we explained, one last time, that we were actually not part of their event. We had no trouble from there on out. At least not from the wrestlers.
Our show went off without a hitch. The crowd was rowdy, excited and appreciative. Things were going so well that the entire security crew decided to leave the club early because…you know…what the heck could possibly happen at an indie-rap show? And that’s when a slice of pepperoni pizza hit me in the face.
Since the show was going so well up to that point, and since everyone was in such high spirits, I showed good humor about it and kept the show moving. Hell, I’ve been known to throw food into the crowd from time to time. No big deal. But then came the crust, whizzing by my head at a “fuck you” speed. Almost as fast as the mood change once I stepped into the crowd, grabbed the pizza boy by his face and tossed him to the floor. I got back up on stage to finish my set, but he was too drunk to know when enough was enough. He came on stage, I knocked him down again, and that’s when my merch guy was kind enough to escort him out of the club.
When the show was finished we were told that the pizza boy had returned with a car full of people who were waiting for us outside of the club. It’s never good to get into these kind of altercations when you have 20 more shows to play, so we let the amateur pro-wrestlers act as a diversion as we snuck out the back of the club. Once we started driving it was clear that something was wrong with the van. It wouldn’t drive any faster than 20 MPH and I think the back axle gave out. We drove at a snail’s pace for about 5 minutes before I noticed a car behind us with no headlights. And then the headlights flicked on. And there they were – a clown car full of disgruntled pizza boys ready to avenge the fallen pride of their homie. And there we were – a van full of exhausted performers puttering along in the middle of unfamiliar territory hoping to to find our hotel before the van totally shit the bed. As fate would have it, we unknowingly headed straight toward a police station and this is when the pizza crew darted off into the unlit streets and aborted whatever mission they were on.
The next day, while waiting for the van to be fixed, I was alerted that the guys who were tracking us down the night before had guns. Really though? I slam dunk your drunk friend’s face after he throws pizza at me (adding the cherry on top of what was already an awesome show), and you’re going to retaliate with guns? I find that reaction to be A BIT EXTREME. Thankfully nothing stupid happened. Except for all of the other stupid stuff that happened. And now B. Dolan and I are coming back…ready to get stupid again. But let’s not get too stupid. We’re all adults up in hurr. Right, right? Fuggit…we’re fin to mess with Texas.
Major pet peeve of mine.
But when we feel in the mood to freestyle, we do the damn thing. Total off-the-top improvisation. Below is one of the favorite cypher sessions I’ve ever been a part of. 2001′s “Orphanage Freestyle” on the Break of Dawn radio show (KFAI) = Eyedea, Slug, Sage Francis, Aesop Rock, Blueprint, &Illogic with beats being spun by DJ Abilities.