We thought we were superheroes of music. Really, we were just dudes with underwear on the outside of our clothes. Later, we would try to save the world by downloading the perfect album, but it wouldn't decompress properly and we'd sift through internet message boards all night long trying to find it. Like superheroes.
Sam and I filmed a warm-up set on tour, and the next thing we know, we had a dutch label "highly interested." They released a sampler DVD throughout Europe, and there I was at Chapter 3, shorts unzipped, my belly and breasts hanging out as I gesticulated ridiculously and performed embarrassing freestyles in front of a Hawaiian backdrop. Eventually all three rappers exposed their penises in sequence and the video cut to disturbing asian porn, seamlessly, in a way that made us laugh before the close-ups.
Turned out it wasn't a drumset at all, just a pile of toms, tambourines and cymbals shoved in the corner of a dingy room. All the instruments were like that--banjos and guitars just necks connected by rusty strings to their disassembled bodies.
- Novis Dupre
- All official and unofficial claims have been wildly exaggerated.
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