No trickin’ over here, she lucky if she get a piece of chicken over here.
My new sounds:
Like, of Pac Div, shot on Ilford 3200; May 2013.
A few months ago, Pac Div came through Austin, and I had the wondrous opportunity to hang out with them before their show at Stubbs. I tried to act as stoic and unfazed as possible, but at the risk of sounding overly dramatic - the few hours that I spent with them was one of those moments that was the culmination of everything that had happened in my life to that point — “Church League Champions” was literally the FIRST piece of music that blasted through my speakers the day I got my drivers license when I was 16-years old. I still remember mouthing "you ran from the thugs, you was cool with some bitches. I guess it all means me and you have a difference. I’m a shark in the water you just food to the fishes…" during passing period my Junior year of high school. Growing up in a primarily white, hyper-conservative school, I was essentially the only person I knew who listened to non-mainstream rap, much less (an, at that time, obscure) rap group from California. Almost every day, I would roll into school in my old Tahoe with The Div blaring out it’s stock audio system.
Everybody knows it, you form an almost unusual bond with the music that was part of the soundtrack to your youth, and for me that was Pac Div’s “Church League Champions” and “Don’t Mention It”. I had even saw them live in 2009 when they opened up for Kid Cudi, Asher Roth, and B.o.B for their now infamous “The Great Hangover Tour”, which was not only my first live hip-hop show, but the first live concert I had ever been to up to that point. They hit the stage as relative unknowns to the crowd, but as soon as Like dropped the "Got ya girl with me, I’m so player/pullin’ hoes since Bo Jackson was a Raider…" line, everyone in attendance left the show with a new favorite rap trio.
So fast-forward four years from Pac Div being the first live hip-hop act I had ever seen, to now, sitting next to Like, with BeYoung on the couch opposite to me rolling a blunt, and Mibbs next to him with a bottle of Hennessy in his lap — I still haven’t been pursuing photography very long, but that moment right there was one of those times where I had to force myself from just sitting back and thinking “oh my god, this is REALLY happening right now?!” (in hindsight, I might’ve had one too many to drink waiting for them to get into town, which made it all the more difficult to not do that). For the night I was with them, they treated me as a part of the crew, they honestly couldn’t’ve been any cooler — so thanks to Like and the rest of Pac Div, I get to mark “shoot the shit with my favorite rap group of all-time” off the ole bucket list.