DJ Buttweed: Believe it or not, it actually explains itself. One time I tried smoking weed outta my butt, and my friend walked in. That story spread quickly, and well, the rest is history.
ACB: Fair enough. Now your first hit “I’m A Rapper feat. Burn E. East” . . . Most of us didn’t think we’d be hearing much from you after that . . .
DJ Buttweed: Yeah, there were some, er, complications. The song was supposed to be followed up by a music video, but we were a bit short on cash for a minute. Then midway through production one day, Burn E. tells me he’s going to spring a leak real quick and I never see him again. Turns out his idea of springing a leak is doing one of those drug deals you see in your drivers ed class. You know, the one where the dealer wants to have his cake and snort it too so he shoots you and takes your money. It was a classic rapper thing to do on Burn E.'s part, extremely ironic really.
ACB: So you don’t see yourself working With Burn E. East again?
DJ Buttweed: Uh . . . No. I mean I suppose he could be chilling on an island beach sipping drinks with Tupac and Biggie, but I’m not counting on it. I guess we’ll see.
ACB: Two years later you drop “Masculine American,” and suddenly we’re under the impression that you might actually be taking this rapper thing seriously.
DJ Buttweed: I’m A Rapper. That was the name of the song. Why does it surprise you that I’m taking rapping seriously? Next question please.
ACB: Where did you find inspiration for “Masculine American.”
DJ Buttweed: Funny story. It was about a year back, me and my girlfriend at the time were looking for a place to party and heard of a place in salt lake city near the college. We get there and this stalky dude with a barbed wire tattoo gets the door, looks at me without a proper greeting and says in an exaggerated manly voice, “You know anyone who lives here?” I was taken a little bit by surprise, but still managed to hold my pack of beer up and reply, “No, but I’ve got a thirty rack here ready to make a residency.” This guy, whom at this point I decided to call Jake, a stereotypical douche bag name, ignores my comment and looks at my girlfriend and says, “You. Girl. Did you bring a rape whistle with you?” And my girlfriend just kind of giggles and replies in her sweet little voice, “He he, No.” Shortly after, I found myself alone on a porch with no girlfriend and no beer. This was my first experience at a frat party, and that’s where the roots for “Masculine American” were planted.
ACB: Should we be expecting more frat boy bashing in the future, or do you have other plans?
DJ Buttweed: Ha, no. I think I got that one off my chest, I have other things to poke fun at. I don’t wanna give away too many details, but lets just say before the album is finished, Pocahontas, The Aztecs, Valentines Day, and Corporate America are gonna get a piece of my mind. And me. I’m not even gonna let myself walk away from ridicule from myself.
ACB: A whole album then? Don’t mind me while I cream myself, do you have a release date for us?
DJ Buttweed: I don’t mind, and not for the full album yet, but the “Got My Money and Mercedes” demo will be dropping New Year’s Day, in which I am pretty stoked to introduce an artist I have been, and will continue to be working with.
ACB: Well thanks for your time, we’re looking forward to hearing from you next year.
DJ Buttweed: Yeah me too. Peace out.
