backpack-rapping, indie band fronting, t-pain record label signing, solo record making, hard working motherfucker. that’s how one might describe mr. travie mccoy.
he’s been on his grind the past two-plus years, and finally, it seems to be paying off as his solo career is taking off. award shows. campus tours. a hit single with bruno mars (try and deny liking “billionaire”). there’s a lot cooking over at camp mccoy.
i caught his band, the gym class heroes, on a co-heading tour with the roots (i know…no idea how they got the CO-headline tag) about two years ago, and i was impressed. if you can imagine, i’ve been known to be a bit snobby when it comes to watching live music. my theory is, if you can’t do it live, you aren’t worth the time. it’s too easy to polish turds in a recording studio.
so while i was anticipating the greatness of the roots, i was also pretty sure the gym class heroes wouldnt be much more than filler. i was wrong. dead wrong. geneva new york stand up. they can play their instruments and mccoy can move a crowd.
his solo record, lazarus, dropped earlier this year. it’s pretty clear mccoy is intent on making music on his own terms. there’s a familiar feel to his work. some party nonsense. some heartbreak. some substance abuse. some whining. a whole bunch of smiling. it’s the shit we all can relate to one level or another.
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ps. who is bernie allen?