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A Devine Messenger of the HeartCloud: The Night of Kitty

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By: Victor Anderson

On Wednesday, I lived to see my second encounter with Kitty (Pryde). The first time was May 3 when she opened for Danny Brown in Greensboro and my only real contact was handing her a mystery flavored Airhead. This time it was different; I had a VIP meet-and-greet pass.

Wednesday, the 24th, was an overall spectacular and magical day. My friend, Tyree, ended up getting a very Based tattoo and I got to kick it with my friend, Trish. I planned on going to the show with those idiots but when we got to the door we found out that the show was apparently sold out. I did a little detective work and by the luck of the draw, my two buddies ended up on the guest list. As they left to go withdraw cash from an ATM, I tried not to psyche myself out because I knew that I was meeting Kitty soon. Five other meet-n-greeters showed up and we were escorted into the venue during Anamanaguchi’s sound check. We followed an important looking man while maintaining a single file line to a bench behind the bar. We were seated and told to wait for Kitty which made me feel like I was in elementary school again.

I sat next to a dame who held a bland, slim box and I asked her what she had brought for Kitty. Her present contained some DVDs showcasing the film festival she worked for. Meanwhile, my only present was a pocket full of ring pops as I was trying to maintain the tradition of candy giving.

So, we sat and waited as overbearing tunes blared from the stage, breaking our silence and to our surprise, Kitty emerged from nowhere to join us.

“Do you guys wanna go somewhere more quiet?” She asked even though I could barely hear her. We nodded and followed her toward solitude.

She was the head of the line and I was directly behind her (that’s just how it played out). We trailed down a stairwell (the venue was above a restaurant) and I decided then was the right time for my gift, so I handed it over. She thanked me and we continued to walk down the steps to exit the venue to grace the sidewalks of downtown Raleigh. Kids stood around, waiting in line behind the imaginary force field that is the velvet rope and peered in assumed jealousy as Kitty and us waltzed down to the outdoor seating of a nearby restaurant.

We sat and introduced ourselves and I geeked out internally as she recognized me from the internet. She indulged us in conversation as we did her, while she and I puffed on our smokes. I had a little bit of liquid courage in me and all my nerves must have been washed down with my Olde English because I was chatting it up with Kitty like she was anybody else. We all got our turn to ask her whatever we wanted but I felt as if I was one of the main spokespeople of the group. I mean, I’ve been fanning over her for the past year, so I had a bit to talk about in concerns of what she’s been doing since her mall job at Claire’s.

Mid-convo, she suddenly freed her hair from a ponytail and allowed her flawless red locks to flow like the river of blood from The Shining, and I swear I almost lost it. I could have sworn that it happened in slow motion.

Eventually, the hostess from the restaurant asked us to leave and we migrated to the stairwell of the venue for more hangout time. We asked her about all kinds of shit, like her memoirs involving the behind the scenes of rap life, to cats, to Yeezus trolling, to Das Racist, to Big Baby Gandhi, to Lakutis’ mother popping hella champagne, to her current thoughts on her life as a rapper. And for future reference, never wear a fedora if you’re trying to get on her good side. Trust me.

According to twitter (or was it tumblr) Kitty claims to not detect awkwardness when talking to people and that was very evident, but there was nothing to be awkward about. She really knew how to keep a conversation going and boy was she genuinely nice; not to mention how stunningly beautiful she was in person. Anyways, during the entire duration of the meet-n-greet I remained calm on the outside but was uber jittery with joy and excitement within (I think I played it off well).

Unfortunately, great things in life have to come to an end due to soundchecks and that’s what happened. But not before we all got our own personal selfie with Kitty and according to her policy, she must take the photo herself (it didn’t hit me until later that she actually held my cellphone, which was crazy in itself to me). She went on to sign whatever we gave her to sign.

Only a few grains of sand were left in the hourglass and I couldn’t stop thinking of how surreal the past hour had been. My heart was uncontrollably but steadily beating and I realized that this is what being in the heartcloud must feel like. I ended up getting a farewell high-five from Kitty after she signed my little black rhyme book. I glanced down to read what she wrote. She left me with a stunned and goofy smile on my face as she spoke to whoever was around who was not me.

This was the 10th day or so that Kitty was on tour with Anamanaguchi, the 8bit wonderland band who literally sent a pizza pie to space. The attendees stood around waiting for Kitty to appear on stage and soon enough she did. All the Kittyteers crowded the front of the stage on the brink of fainting from being within arm’s length of the princess of Bubble Rap (as I like call it). She commanded the stage like a goddess, leaving boys (including myself) in awe as she performed bass heavy R&B covers of her songs and treating us to exclusive listening’s to new tracks. Whether she was bouncing around to hype shit or serenading us with her love songs, she innocently demanded the attention of the audience and I could tell that she was having a good time. This was not the shy and embarrassed Kitty from a year ago. She was more comfortable and well-adjusted to her job as performer and she did it well.

She ended her set with “Orion’s Belt” featuring Riff Raff (a song my tan friend, Tyree was waiting for all night) and the kids who really fucked with it went wild (again, myself included). Tyree slapped people in the face with his dreads as he got buck for the song; belting the lyrics right back at Kitty. We all rapped it together and it was a very posivibe fueled moment if you ask me. She even handed the mic to us during Riff Raff’s verse, which was an honor (even though I flubbed up on the lyrics).

We cheered and we clapped and Kitty cleared the stage for Anamanaguchi but she didn’t disappear to the green room or her van, she stuck around for the rest of the night and kicked it at the venue. You could find her conversing with fans, taking pictures, wildin’ out to Anamanaguchi’s set or chilling by the merch table. I found it quite strange how I gradually became comfortable with her presence in such a short amount of time. It was like, “yep, there’s Kitty.”

She ended up passing me one final time but I was too busy to notice because I was pan handling a drunkard for a dollar so that my friend could buy another sticker that he ruined during the performance of Anamanaguchi.


All I hope for now is that we’ll be able to get pizza one day.

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Rap Attack II: Female Artists in Hip-Hop

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A few weeks ago, Gus Navarro wrote about female MCs in hip-hop entitled “Rap Attack.” This is the follow up.

By: Victor Anderson 

The Internet Age has allowed for many diverse voices to be heard that wouldn’t have had the chance if we only relied on what the radio gave us. As we know, sites like Myspace, Facebook and Youtube allow anyone with a computer and internet connection to upload and share their music or videos to the entire world and if it happens to become infectious, it can spread and go viral. This has been the case for a lot of independent artists who are currently in the spotlight right now. One day, you are just a normal person like the rest of us and the next day your face and sound is displayed on the screens of thousands to millions. That could be said for artists like Tyler, the Creator and Wiz Khalifa to people like Lil’ B and Riff Raff. If you present something original and different, it just might catch on and push you into major success without the help of a record deal. Generally, this is a good thing considering you have absolute control of your creativity and integrity without label heads breathing down your back trying to mold you into a product that they can sell.

Now-a-days this viral phenomenon can happen to just about anybody and as we know, America is a melting pot that homes countless individuals from several unique aspects of life. The DIY ethic has trickled down to rap and hip-hop and has opened doors for a ginger-headed Claire’s employee and a textile major from FIT. I’m talking about Daytona Beach “bubble-rapper” Kitty (Pryde) and Orlando native but New York based vocalist, Kilo Kish. The music from these ladies hardly orbits around their gender because today it’s irrelevant that they are “female rappers.” They are true artists who focus on making music that is completely original and ultimately reflects them. You don’t have to fit the mold of a Lil’ Kim or Trina anymore; we have transcended the box and the options for what a rapper should and should not be are now and forever will be limitless.



Kitty hit the scene around this time last year with her video for “Okay Cupid,” and has come a long way for someone who originally began rapping for fun and for the pleasure of her friends. But when listening to her first two EPs, The Lizzy McGuire Experience and haha im sorry it feels like you’re listening to the audio tapes of a 16-year-old suburban girl’s diary. The video for “Okay Cupid” really sets up a great backdrop that really represents what she’s about and where she comes from. She’s a kid who is influenced by the internet, social media and top 40 hits just like a lot of adolescents and acne faced teens from this generation. There is nothing wrong with being a product of your environment and she attracts fans for the same reason that Gucci Mane or Young Jeezy gains fans in the hood. It’s relatable to a certain sub-culture and in Kitty’s case, she pertains to a side of America that isn’t really represented in hip-hop (but ironically happens to be heavily affected by mainstream hip-hop.). Even if it’s not so relatable to you, at least it is something new and refreshing and is an interesting take on rap from an un-popular view point.

In her earlier projects, the quality is incredibly lo-fi (because she recorded them in her closet) and her delicate and timid voice rides on top of glittery cartoonish and pink lollygagging felt tracks produced by Beautiful Lou while other beats were made with GarageBand. Her shy, awkward and embarrassed style produces underrated, but clever lyrics about getting in trouble with her parents, teenage relationships, the World Wide Web, the mall, Starbucks, wetting the bed and anxiety rashes but happen to be delivered with a captivating poise.

A few months ago, she released her more professionally recorded EP titled, D.A.I.S.Y. rage and while staying true to her original style, still managed to produce a project that embodied the growth she has made as an artist. D.A.I.S.Y. rage has received a pretty good amount of hype, with production from hubby, Hot Sugar, Mike Finito and her homebody GRANT, and features from Greenhead’s Lakutis and up-and-coming West Coast rapper, Antwon.

She’s currently touring with Detroit rapper Danny Brown and has claimed to be working on some new music with producer, Ryan Hemsworth and experimental/electro-pop/undefinable artist, Grimes.

Check out her most recent song and video produced by Hot Sugar here.

And if you like Lizzy McGuire, you might dig this.


Kilo Kish

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Kilo Kish has been extremely fortunate in her career as a musician. Her college roommates where rappers/producers and knew Odd Future member Matt Martians from high school. Matt Martians is a producer for OF’s psychedelic sub-group, The Jet Age of Tomorrow and OF’s trippy neo-soul sub-group, The Internet. Much like Kitty, Kilo Kish was only making silly songs with her friends for fun until she recorded the song, “Want You Still,” for The Jet Age’s second project, The Journey To the 5th Echelon, and that’s when people started to pay attention.

Around the time of her senior year at New York’s Fashion Institute of Technology, she began work on her first recording project and the entire thing was produced by The Internet! The EP was titled Homeschool, and it landed at the 28 spot on Complex magazine’s top 50 albums of 2012.

The Internet provided numerous amounts of strange sounds and rhythms and grooves that served as the music but Kilo wove and sprinkled her unorthodox flow, poetic speech and style into and on top of the production to make this project a brand new listening experience for anyone who cared to open their ears. Her lyrical ability and content is difficult to compare to anyone else’s in hip-hop or rap and that’s what makes her music special and unique.

The funny thing about her is that she never really wanted to be a musician. She is just really keen to artistic expression. So over the past year following “Homeschool,” she has done a bit of touring but has also been focusing on modeling and fashion, design and different kinds of arts. She actually creates and designs all of her album and single art. But when she feels like expressing her self musically, it’s a pretty simple process: she writes a song in a matter of minutes and doesn’t obsess with it; she just moves on and continues to create.

Kish’s most recent project, K+ was a more collaborative record and like Kitty, you can tell that she has grown as an artist and was experimenting with a few more producers and sounds. Some of the collabs include: Childish Gambino, Vince Staples, A$AP Ferg and The Flatbush Zombies. K+ is a pretty record and has a smooth R&B feel to it.

In honor of summer, check out Kilo Kish’s “Watergun.”

And her first claim to fame song.


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