Sir Fennessey scribes on Busdriver, the best weird Los Angeles institution after Harry Perry. I would like to add to mr. fennessey’s busdriver nerd trivia: I am partial to the fact that bus was on blind date and spent the episode mind-warping his poor suitor, starting with the moment she rang the doorbell, and bus introduced 2mex as his cousin. i didn’t actually see the episode (CERTAIN PEOPLE promised to make me a copy ages ago) but i imagine a date with Busdriver would include la jolla, back massage, and comedic Gore Vidal impressions flowed too quickly for you to understand he’s mocking you.
that is fairly similar to a date i had once with a puppeteer (at the beginning of a string of accidentally dating men with “P” occupations: puppeteer, professor, painter) where, in the car back from the oregon coast, he performed his entire repertory of childrens’ show characters, including Anansi the spider and the Very Scary Princess. he was driving, the radio was busted and i was trapped and motion sick anyway, so it was “har har” and “haw haw” and “yodel yodel” for like an hour and a half.
Temporary Forever is still my favorite Busdriver album, even though it is 65 tracks long and there’s a lot of harring and hawing and yodeling. I would have to have to dig up his back-catalogue from my moving boxes to tell you why, as I haven’t listened to it since 2003. I do recall that, as with Nas, the older the Busdriver record the better. It is also possible I only like it for the drive-thru skit, where he orders fame at the Carl’s Jr. from an amazingly patient employee, and which was not a dramatization. His freestyles are like Jarmusch shorts, mundane, surreal and ad-libbed with the unlikeliest motivations.
Anyway, if you know of any other rappers on dating shows (besides The Game on Change of Heart), please hit us up, we are working on an essay about the voraciously codependent clutches of the TV dating game versus the aloof defensiveness of rap’s dystopian love-scape.
Related: let us know if you want to participate in our group therapy experiment, where we meet at Training Camp and talk about our feelings over leather. i.e. “Nice RIG!” = “I’m so alone”
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I hollered at Udi today lookin’ for some fresh Uptowns. My soul was thwarted when they only had those Black ‘n Blue Uptown joints from the Nelly video. I signed up for therapy forthwith.
sean, dammit, you are not allowed to go to training camp without me again, thank you JS
This is my favorite rap in a long time. Keep at it – your flow is just the phonetical indelible!!