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By Henry Rollins
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By Shea Serrano
By Nate "Igor" Smith
By Dan Weiss
By Erica E. Phillips
By Kai Flanders
Sometimes it’s hard to be a hip-hop boy in the city. When Vlad Radovanov (nom de rap: V) left Chicago for L.A. in 1995, he had a very specific to-do list -- find fame and fortune as an MC, and find the porn stars, not necessarily in that order. At 24, he figured he‘d give the rap racket one last shot before settling into a life of white-collar dronehood.
V had gotten a taste back in the Windy City as a member of a traditional hip-hop combo called East of the Rock, which had gigged at the Metro and the Double Door and was endowed with the SubNation magazine seal of approval as a band to watch. Yet just as East of the Rock got its groove on, the scene dried up. ”It got all stagnant,“ V, now 28, explains. ”There’s no record labels there. And there‘s no real fans going out and supporting it, because no one’s putting out singles for anyone, no one‘s getting it done. Chicago started to reflect the music coming out of the other cities, so it was sounding old. And so I was like, man, I gotta get out of here. It’s just, like, over.“
Surprise, surprise -- when he came west, L.A. wasn‘t much better. For rappers, there is no Spaceland, no Viper Room in which to showcase, there are no A&R weasels sniffing around to lap you up. Without a stable infrastructure, MCs and DJs have to work on the fly, always digging around for the underground, throwing down wherever.
V found himself chilling at the Galaxy Gallery on Melrose, which, for an instant three summers ago, was an unlikely underground hip-hop hub. A bong emporium par excellence frequented by the likes of Fiona Apple, the Galaxy also offers coffee, art and incense, with a bit of a stage on which to jam.
V began hanging at the Galaxy during Saturday-night free-for-alls, when MCs stretched out their skills freestyle to an acid-jazz band. ”Not really battling,“ V says, ”it was more going off the top of your head as crazy as you can.“ Hungry hip-hop heads ate it up. ”Two, three hundred people would start coming through and pissing on lawns and smoking bud in the back,“ V remembers. ”They had to basically chill out for the last year and a half.“ Before the Galaxy turned down the volume, V met David Legacy, a teenager from South-Central with beats on the brain and a musical appreciation for both N.W.A and Gershwin. They dug each other’s styles and quickly became partners in rhyme, united in their dislike of the gangsta vibe that permeated SoCali at the time.
”We got tired of what was really popular, we didn‘t identify with all the MCs over here,“ Legacy, 21, says from the sofa of the duo’s shared Miracle Mile apartment, uneventful save for the Roland Virtual Studio and combo samplerdrum machine nearby. Legacy mostly defers to his more expressive partner, who wildly flails his skinny arms to punctuate each point.
Instead, their tastes leaned toward the Pharcyde, whose debut CD, Bizarre Ride II the Pharcyde, they both speak of in reverential tones, and the Freestyle Fellowship, a crew whose time had seemingly come and gone. ”All those MCs are still there, still doing shows on the underground, so it‘s always bubbling, but they’re not putting anything out,“ Legacy says.
”The radio was dominated with Dre and everything else. Which was some cool stuff at the time,“ adds V. ”After Dre had all that success, it was like nothing but gangsta shit after that. Gangsta song after gangsta song. It just smothered everything.“
After three years grinding it out, V & Legacy are finally marking their turf with 2000 MG, a slice of post-gangsta new old-school craziness on X Ray Records. Like others of their ilk, such as Styles of Beyond, Dilated Peoples and Ugly Duckling, V & Legacy aren‘t eager to cap bitches or bag on ho’s; instead, they playfully comment on silicone-inflated porno queens (”Lunatik Derelikt“), self-absorbed rock stars (”Superstar“), national pastimes (”Baseball“) and partying, lots of partying. The tracks are dominated by phat, slinked-out Cali grooves, with cold cutting from DJ Rhettmatic and a dollop of madness piled on top from their friends in the Pharcyde, Limp Bizkit‘s DJ Lethal and the grand pooh-bah of all things funky, George Clinton.
While the guns and bitches are absent, 2000 MG has more than its fill of controlled substances. ”Hey, we report what’s going on in the street,“ V laughs. ”Guns aren‘t that big right now, but everyone’s doing drugs. Everyone‘s on something. We’re hanging out with a lot of trippy, freaky people. It‘s just a great vibe.“
Legacy translates: ”People who listen understand. They know exactly what we’re talking about, the vibe and just chillin‘ and having a good time. That’s all it‘s about, really.“
As for the porn stars, the two make it abundantly clear where they stand. ”I’m an originals man,“ says V, who fancies himself an aficionado. ”I used to see [X-rated films] back in the day, like Behind the Green Door and Devil in Miss Jones, Debbie Does Dallas. That was the heyday, that‘s when they were artistic about the camera work, and the flesh tones were real fleshy and you really got the steaminess of what porn is about.“
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