Beverly Fre$h Interview: Art, Rap & Pu$$y


 Beverly Fre$h Interview: Art, Rap & Pu$$y

Beverly Fre$h in BED

I’ve been waiting my whole life for Beverly Fre$h. He’s an artist with papers, a rapper with tear sheets. He brags about having a big heart. He’s got his own dance, the “how-ya-do.” He performs a capella on international landmarks. His full resume includes solo art exhibitions, published design work, a lifetime of experience in the Midwest underground hip hop scene, and about a hundred other points of interest that are just as cool. Beverly Fre$h also has a record release party for his new album BED this Saturday 11/19 at the Magic Stick in Detroit. Enter to win free passes to the show and a limited edition red translucent 12″ vinyl of BED on MOTORCITYBLOG.

Last summer I interviewed Fre$h while he was shooting the video for his first single from BED, “Dead Millionaire.” I arrived on location at the rapper’s childhood home in St. Claire and was welcomed by Fre$h–a swarthy, soft-spoken man who stood at the foot of a cellar staircase and waved me down. The basement walls were covered in rope link sausage and synthetic wigs. A group of men in formal hats and suits sat in a cloud of smoke in front of a plate of fried chicken. I tip-toed down the stairs and stood at the back of the room, whispering with Fre$h as he oversaw the shoot…

Jane Fader: Your first single, “Dead Millionaire,” has a rather provocative chorus: “The name is Beverly Fre$h. My heart’s just too big. Been working off my pussy just to feed the kids.” Let’s talk about the pussy…

Beverly Fre$h: Well, the name Beverly Fre$h came from a woman who would always come in to this architecture firm where I used to work and show carpet samples. Her name was Sandy Lavender. I always thought, “if I was an R&B singer, my name would be Sandy Lavender.” When I got back into rap and needed a name, Sandy Lavender seemed too R&Bish, so I had to look at other women’s names. Beverly looked good and had a nice ring to it. I added the Fre$h to make it more hip hop.

That’s how the name Beverly Fre$h came about, and pussy is part of that, too. I put pussy in the chorus because of the repetitive, catchy thing. A lot of people blindly follow lyrics…just memorize them without even thinking about it. The majority of people probably won’t pay close attention to the lyrics, but if you spend some time and think, they give you a lot to respond to. I’m trying to use something that’s the complete opposite of male posturing, which is really common in hip hop and rap battles–big dick jokes and things like that. So what is the inverse of male posturing? It’s to be a female.

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Beverly Fre$h Photo Series by Monica Breen

Jane Fader: Oooo, you just hit me in the feminist bone! What’s with the gender deconstruction?

Beverly Fre$h: That’s something that just came about. When we started sUPERIORbelly, our first inspiration was the body (we were like 18 years old). We went through an anatomy book and found the term superior belly, which is a muscle in your neck. It seemed to sum things up because it’s superior–it’s grand, it’s important—but it’s funny at the same time. So it has the same high/low duality that runs through a lot of the work. From that we got inspired by diseases and started talking about the corruption of the body. Then we dropped it all together. It came back later in a weird way with the wigs and the sausage.

Jane Fader: Tell me about the wigs and sausage.

 Beverly Fre$h Interview: Art, Rap & Pu$$y

Beverly Fre$h, the Abject / Photo by Monica Breen

Beverly Fre$h: It’s just something inherent in my interests. Even humor. The act of laughing. It’s an abject, biological function where your body is shaking, you’re making weird noises…

Jane Fader: …out of control…

Beverly Fre$h: Yeah, exactly. So that kind of thing—in a weird way—relates to a certain spirituality. The idea of the unexplained, the unexpected, the intangible…The body is a symbol or a vessel for these kind of things and it’s really bizarre but really familiar. There’s always this repulsion/attraction. Like hair can be really beautiful and attractive, but also disgusting and gross. It’s defining of the relationship to the body in general, and that’s really fascinating to me. Ideally, my work has these two levels where it’s kind of disgusting but there’s something easy to digest and familiar about it at the same time. If it can meet that sweet spot…that’s where I want my work to be.

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Don’t miss Beverly Fre$h, Dial.81 and other sUPERIORBELLy boys (Belly Boys?) at the Magic Stick on Saturday, November 19, 2011.

 Beverly Fre$h Interview: Art, Rap & Pu$$y

Beverly Fre$h (right) records BED with main man and producer Dial.81 (left) / Photo Series by Monica Breen

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Letters From Gypsy Rose Lee to Royce Howes (2 of 2)

Correspondence between the famous burlesque performer, Gypsy Rose Lee, and 1954 pulitzer prize journalist Royce Howes (my great grandfather). Written from the Rialto Theatre in Flint, Michigan (estimated date: 1940). I found these letters taped inside the cover of my family’s copy of The G String Murders by Gypsy Rose Lee.

In this letter, Lee gushes about writing (particularly, her writing) and how it has overcome even her love of stage performance. The first few sentances give the impression that Howes responded to her last letter quite flirtatiously.

You can find a transcript of the letter below the image.

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1940 (approx.)

Rialto Theatre, Flint Mich.

Darling:

You sealed your doom with that letter; I’ll never call you Mr. Howes again. It arrived just before I was due at the local book store…autographing, it’s such a bore. Isn’t it? (she said, lying in her teeth.) I was so set up with the letter, after damn near wearing out showing it to anyone that stopped for a moment, I had several photostatio copies made.

I’m so glad you like G String. I was pretty proud of it myself. Read it four times yesterday but on account of I’m going near blind I’m only reading it twice today. Did you feel that way about your first book? This is making a ham of me after all these years. I can’t move around in my dressing room for books…when I finally get on stage, after missing cues like mad, I forget my lyrics…I’m working without cosmetic; the time I use putting it on I spend patting the jacket. A New York columnist mentioned the book a few days ago and I sat down to my typewriter (yours is a lovely thing in comparison)  to drop the usual note of thanks. I wound up writing a four page biography “From Strips to Scripts” or sompin’. It’s a bad case of being fascinated by ones own words.

I hoped that I could play one of Detroit’s department stores but my bookings take me to Akron, Youngstown, and Dayton. (winding up at Macy’s) Boy! This making with the words is for me…..I dearly love it. And I dearly love you for your faith and for your letter…

Gypsy Rose Lee

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Gypsy Rose Lee at the Book Cadillac Hotel in 1940

Correspondence between the famous burlesque performer, Gypsy Rose Lee, and 1954 pulitzer prize journalist Royce Howes (my great grandfather). Written from the Book Cadillac Hotel in Detroit (estimated date: 1940).

I found these letters taped inside the cover of my family’s copy of The G String Murders by Gypsy Rose Lee. It is rumored that Howes provided some sort of editorial assistance to Lee, but these letters don’t provide any evidence of that…

You can find a transcript of the letter below the image.

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1940 (est.)

Dear Royce Howes 1: (dammit I hit the wrong button again.)

The story is wonderful. On page nine it would be swell, on page one…..may as well face it, I’m plum tickled/.

(The Book Cadillac had an off night in the kitchen…I blame them for all the mistakes.)

Beely and the Barbarian were so happy. Beely had one bad moment when he called you about Gill’s item, but from then on the Bowery was a Glee Palace. Copies of the Free Press were being pushed under my nose from nine until four this morning.

I think “Stuss” is editor talk for padding. (Actor’s talk for stretching.) At least I hope it is. They COULDN’T mean….oh, no.

I enjoyed dining with you. Missed you tonight, in fact. Gawd what a dull dinner. Cold soup, fatigued salad and chicken that shouldn’t happen at the Bowery. As a floor show, the waiter wasn’t bad, but as a waiter…

Around November The G String Murder will be in your mail box. I only hope it proves worthy of your boost. Thanks.

Gypsy Rose Lee

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Wikipedia Entry on The G String Murders

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Ghostbusters II

The first movie I saw in a movie theatre was Ghostbusters II. It was the summer of 1989 and I was 5 years old. My brother Tony was 4 and my sister Paula was a baby.

On the way to drop Paula off with my aunt for babysitting, my mom, dad, Tony and I stopped at Silver Towers to buy candy to sneak in with us. Tony and I each got a 4-pack of multi-colored gummy candy molded like Ghostbusters ghosts (cartoon Ghostbusters ghosts, not movie ones). I was wearing the same blue speckled t-shirt dress that I wore the day I was caught stealing porcelain figurines from my father’s friend’s house.

We went to the Oakland Mall movie theatre.

When the lights lowered, my mom began passing around a can of Coke with a bendy-straw and several sandwich bags filled with buttered popcorn. I pretended to be afraid of Vigo the Carpathian so I could see “the lobby”–a place my parents promised to take me if I got scared.

The sun had just begun to go down when we walked out of the air-conditioned mall into the summer evening thickness, and the sky was pink and swirly. In my memory, the camera watches us from the top of a lamp post at the corner of 14 Mile and John R. as we move across the parking lot toward our van.

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Vintage Halloween Photo Countdown 10/10

Vintage Halloween Photo Countdown Finale: Rat family portrait.

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Vintage Halloween Photo Countdown 9/10

Another vintage Halloween photo for your soul. Three trick-or-treaters wearing scary masks. Surreal. Continue reading

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Vintage Halloween Photo Countdown 8/10

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Vintage Halloween Photo Countdown 7/10

War-era farm children wearing masks and carrying a jack-o-lantern pail. The boy’s face/mask reminds me of that sad, tiny moment in Beetlejuice when Barbara looks into the camera. There is a small puppy at their feet. Or is it a kitten…?

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Siblings!

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Vintage Halloween Photo Countdown 6/10

In this photo: Someone gets dipped on the dance floor at a Halloween party. A couple, diseased and in love. Is the one being kissed a man or a woman?

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Vintage Halloween Photo Countdown 5/10

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1950

According to the back, this vintage Halloween photo was developed the week  of November 20th, 1950. He’s wearing a nightgown.

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