Guess the fuck what?! The illest motherfucker in pyjamas, Wu-Tang’s own Ghostface Killah, is rockin’ a second show in Vancouver! AND this one’s at Fortune Sound Club, home of the greatest speakers of all time!! Fuck yeah, yo! Here’s the info…
Wednesday December 14th (*Early Show*) Fortune Sound, Cherchez La Femme & Native present Ghostface Killah live in concert with special guest Sheek from The Lox & DJ Cherchez. Doors at 7pm. Advance tickets are available online HERE and more event info HERE.
“When I stepped, I had on Tims and a black mask! Remember that shit?”
When I first heard Wu-Tang Clan’s Enter The 36 Chambers, my brain exploded. It basically combined everything I liked in one menacing package. Superheroes, kung fu/ninja shit, grimy-ass raps, unique and near-indecipherable slang, colourful characters. And there was like a million of ‘em, so every track felt like a posse cut. You had the hilariously crazy one (Ol’ Dirty Bastard), the leader (RZA), the brain (GZA), the fan favourite hook-master (Method Man), the slang-slinging storyteller (Chef Raekwon) and so on. I was already in love with the album and sitting at full attention by the time I got to track 6, Da Mystery Of Chessboxin’. I remember I was just looking at the album cover thinking how cool they looked in the uniform black hoodies and white masks and then ODB starts naming’ off the crew, ending off as epically as possible with “Introducing the Ghost. Face. KILLAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!”
When Ghost comes in, it’s definitely worthy of ODB’s build up. “Speakin’ of the devil (psych) no it’s the god, get ya shit right!” Just when I thought he couldn’t get any cooler, I eventually saw the video for the song and realized that this guy with the crazy-awesome voice and inhuman energy also had the gimmick (at least for the first album) of never taking off that mask I’d been admiring earlier. And that was the moment I chose my favourite member of Wu-Tang.
Now, just to immediately contradict my previous sentence, I’ll admit: my favourite member has changed from time to time in the near-two decades (!) since that album came out. (Come on, it’s like Sophie’s Choice and shit!) But back at the beginning? And right now? Ghostface. Easily. This is a guy so rad that Slick Rick himself basically passed the torch to him during the filming of Fade To Black, giving him a bunch of his ridiculous Mr.T-ass jewelry to rock on stage. If you’re still not sold, just look at some of this shit he’s adorned himself with! He’s got a fuckin’ giant EAGLE-HAWK BRACELET?! How can this motherfucker NOT be your favourite?
Anyways: you can do whatchya want, but come Dec 14th, I’mma be front and center, “sittin’ like a spiked bat” wearing my Adidas Ghostface jacket, 4000 necklaces, championship belts and bird bracelets, and listening to the god Ghost talkin’ bout fish and coke and bitches and peekaboo beans (?) and shit.
Do the knowledge, motherfuckers!
– Nuv
I remember when I got 36 Chambers. I had long haired Pearl Jam fans begging for my headphones. They changed the game.