I first got in touch with FIPS (or fucked as i like to call us) because my little brother, the hip hop artist formerly known as Egglard, was playing a show at Southpaw and I thought... where better to publicize his EPICK awesomeness than a blog that shares his love of titular profanity?
Unfortunately, Erica was busy eating Robicelli's cupcakes and watching the Bachelor/Lost/CashCab, and thus did not see my prophetic email in a timely fashion.
What his fans are saying:
"Songbird of our generation." Epick
"How can you continue to humiliate me like this? If you don't change that name, I'll never talk to you again. By the way, are you coming up this weekend?" Epick's mother
"Six inches of skill, maybe six and a half." Epick
"Good for a white dude." Epick's nephew
"Upwardly mobile." unspecified critics
So, you probably missed the genius that is my brother the first time around, not to mention his big-ass (i mean kick-ass) backup band and his smoking hot single sister Sara out in the audience.
But your time is coming. All hail Epick and his fellow vanilla but not vanilla ice hip hoppers. The eldest and I are going to take naps so we can stay up late. See you there!!