YG's Listening Party Was a Bompton-Style Rager
For the past 5 years, the term YG has become more than the general title for a Young Gangster--specifically, a blood. Since dropping "Toot it and Boot it", the Bompton (no typo) rapper has been preparing for a event like last night's; the official listening party for his debut album "My Krazy Life." If you've ever been to a party in the hood, you might be able to anticipate what happened outside the off-Fairfax boutique. For those who haven't had the pleasure, refer to the BBQ at the park in "Menace 2 Society" for context of what the South Central (Bentral, if you're YG) flavored night entailed. Plus it was the young emcee's 24th birthday, so it was pretty much a hood function from the get-go.
Spray-painted black letters--in the font you'd find on trashcans and walls in the hood-- at the HVW8 Gallery on Melrose welcomed patrons to the exclusive celebratory event. Inside the pop-up gallery, below monochrome pictures of YG shot by West Coast photographer Mike Miller and above hi-top Chucks were the titles of the tracks to be featured on the album, dropping March 18th.
On into the al fresco main room for the night was the backyard boogie portion of the listening party. As the crowd warmed themselves up for the birthday boy with margaritas and 40s, the room filled with all types from familiar faces like Far East Movement members and Power 106 DJs to intimidating mugs like those worn by the guys under their Cincinnati hats.
The night's turn-up potential sweltered as the drinks were poured into custom Styrofoam cups with the "My Krazy Life" inscribed, blunts were burned, and tacos were served while a DJ played the ratchet shit we love to hear on the weekends. After a short introduction by media maiden Karen Civil, YG emerged in a Joyrich lettermen's jacket with his ace DJ Mustard. Along with them was Crenshaw's own Nipsey Hussle and the gold loving Trinidad Jame$.
Cell phones ascended as YG played the intro, a pep-talk from his mom, who stood on stage with him. Every couple songs, would summarize the concept of the tracks with an understanding that only the artist could truly articulate. As we went further into the album, the stories behind the lyrics and those involved with the illicit recapitulations became more illustrated. We could credit this to chugging of the tequila bottle in YG's hand throughout the night. After a wickedly detailed account of an event that landed the tipsy TreeTop Piru member in jail, one his comrades yells, "you want to go to jail, huh?"