As if they were wounded champions, the insentient kids are cheered by the crowd. People pass out or get knocked out, and security guards in mustard-colored shirts and blue latex gloves carry off the unconscious. The house responds to them the place teems.
When the Whooliganz emerge – two adolescent white boys rapping hardcore over B-Real’s production – the pit surges frantically in reaction to the bass.
#PAINA PARTY BUS FULL#
The promoter says it’s a full house at 3,700 people. The fiercest and most devoted of the crowd hit the pit, surrounded by a panting, less gymnastic throng. The crowd is about a third each black, white and Latino and about 4-to-1 male to female without music as a catalyst, the mass begins moving. A big supermarket in a previous life, the makeshift arena quickly becomes dank with teenage perspiration and marijuana, clove and tobacco smoke. Tonight’s venue is a place called the Unicorn Ballroom. He says the word nigga casually and often, as emphatically as your average brother or your average redneck. He expresses loud opinions on the rap magazine The Source, the tour’s shows and various record labels. Everybody is drowsy and quiet except Everlast.
#PAINA PARTY BUS PLUS#
The rest are there: B-Real, with his braids fuzzy from sleep the boys of Funkdoobiest – Cypress Hill wanna-be’s from Los Angeles – as well as the young rap duo Whooliganz plus management types. She is almost fluorescent with the dazzling glow of a Girl That Got Picked. Her black hair falls down to her waist, her breasts rebel against the confines of a complicated halter top, and her face is powdered with Revlon colors. He finally appears, raucous and unapologetic, with a young woman from Dallas. In front of one of the oldest hotels in the city, an already full van awaits House of Pain’s lead MC, the goateed, New York-Irish Everlast. It looks wholesome and plain, like dry wheat toast. NEAR THE Rice University campus, Houston is bland. From Houston to New Orleans, Cypress Hill perform like maniacs and smoke every blunt as if it were the last one ever. Called the Soul Assassins tour – with House of Pain, Funkdoobiest and the Whooliganz (all managed by Happy Walters, a 27-year-old Jewish Hoosier) – it’s perhaps the first rap tour in history in which African American performers are most conspicuous by their absence. This time around, Cypress Hill are headlining. Now Cypress’ pulsing, erratic sound is much imitated, and Muggs produces music for everybody from Ice Cube to the Beastie Boys.Ĭypress Hill to Celebrate 30th Anniversary of Debut Album With New Graphic Novel The paranoid songs on both albums – about guns, smoking weed and watching one’s back – made the hip-hop nation raise its eyebrows and take notice, if not notes. And their second album, the recent, already platinum Black Sunday, recorded in eight weeks, debuted at No. The trekking worked: Their debut, Cypress Hill, a compilation of two-years work, went slowly platinum. B-Real, Sen Dog and Muggs, in an old van, followed Naughty’s tour bus across the country, putting themselves up at motels when they could afford to. About how the crew toured for free, opening for Naughty by Nature in the summer of 1991. They’re seated at a slowly revolving bar in the Hotel Monteleone in New Orleans.īefore separating, the two of them talk about the old days, about just how long they all have been B-boys. The two have stayed behind to shop for records and visit family.
Cypress Hill’s other rapper, Sen Dog, 28, leaves the hard stuff alone on this humid night. B-Real, 23 and the band’s lead rapper, is tucked away on the tour bus on the way to Milwaukee, while the group’s 24-year-old DJ and producer, Muggs, is knocking back a tall shot of Crown Royal with his low-calorie beer. Cypress Hill, the mostly Latin hip-hop trio whose name has become synonymous with marijuana, is taking a break.
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