Get Your Freak On

If you think rapper Dopestyle's debut album is compellingly weird, try talking to the man himself

When beat-maker Tom Cleary signed on to work with underground Bay Area rapper Dopestyle, he didn't plan on the penis jokes. But after a show last month at the Independent, the duo's third public appearance as Dopestyle 1231, Cleary's brother, who works retail on Haight Street, was bombarded with kids coming in and saying, "I heard about Tom," and then "looking down at their dicks and laughing," as Cleary retells it.

Two days after the event, when I speak with him on the phone, Cleary is still cringing, because he had no idea Dopestyle, whom he met as Chester Smith in high school 16 years ago, could pull something like he did. Or rather, pull something out like he did.

"He went hard-core," Cleary says, sounding a bit rattled. "He pulled his cock out. It was kind of shocking. We actually sold one T-shirt after the incident, but it wasn't cool and I wasn't happy about it."

Slouching Toward Bellevue: Producer Tom Cleary 
(left) and MC Dopestyle.
Slouching Toward Bellevue: Producer Tom Cleary (left) and MC Dopestyle.

Prior to his Full Monty finale, Smith trolled the stage in a cat-boy mask and read his favorite children's book, My Magic Treasure, cover to cover, in dedication to his deceased mother and in spite of the loud boos of the audience. After the show, Cleary had "15 e-mails from [the duo's label] Waxploitation saying, 'This guy's nuts! I can't book shows with this guy,'" he recounts.

It would be a minor tragedy, though, if Smith were dropped from his label and written off as the rap G.G. Allin before debuting nationally. His fluid verses and morbid, twisted worldview offer a punch in the stomach of radio hip hop and its binge on club life frivolity, as well as a nudge in the ribs of the stoic boys' club that rules the underground. The brand-new album, KutMasta Kurt Presents Dopestyle 1231, is lurid and outlandish, like a horror comic book told over heavy breakbeats. (Underground stalwart Kurt is executive producer, and "1231" represents Cleary's and Smith's shared New Year's Eve birthday.) On it, Smith describes his body enacting many marvelous feats, such as pissing Zima and regenerating his dismembered dick the way a salamander does its tail.

Dopestyle 1231 makes hip hop by and for the maladjusted -- primarily adolescent-minded men who never traded in their Marvel and D&D collections for girlfriends and salaried jobs. KutMasta Kurt Presents is good like Charles Bukowski and dive bars are good: not gussied up with clever choruses or tales of happy times. "I sneak up like a cancerous prostate," Smith raps, and he's right. He refreshingly deals in a warts-and-all ugliness that rappers usually don't touch. So even after the angering show, I had to track this strange fellow down. Before I talked to Smith, however, Cleary warned, "He's pretty weird, man. He's definitely not scripted weird. Some people act weird for the camera, but he's really like that."

Smith gives an incredibly frank interview. In the first 15 minutes, he confesses that he talks to himself, uses cocaine in a ritualistic fashion three times a month (candles, curtains drawn), participates in San Francisco's S/M community, obsesses over the Norwegian black metal band Darkthrone, regularly consults an entity named "Crane" through a Ouija board, and grew up in an East Palo Alto crack house. All of this is said without the slightest acknowledgment that it's uncommon to tell such things to a reporter. Apparently, Smith is a natural at letting it all hang out.

So why the full disclosure at the show?

"Wow, man," he sighs. "What can I say? I zoned out, man. When I put the cat-boy mask on, at some point things shifted and I was in this monologue by myself. It took me back to this certain point in my childhood."

He then explains that his stepfather was a crack fiend who emotionally abused him and his mother. For some reason, stepdad would fly into a rage whenever mother took son to Fosters Freeze, so every time they went, Smith would be sworn to secrecy.

"But my stepfather, being the sophisticated manipulator, would somehow get the information out of me," he continues. "When he did, he'd make me stand in the corner for a couple hours wearing a clown mask. He wouldn't let me go to the restroom, so I'd urinate right there. So I'd be standing for a couple hours in a puddle of my own urine with a clown mask on.

"I think putting on that mask [during the show] transported me to that one point, and that's why the pants came down. But I sincerely apologize to everyone I offended, and especially Tom, Kurt, Waxploitation, and the Independent. All I can say is that it will never happen again, and I'm never putting on any more masks. And I'm taking my punk ass back to therapy, because I'd quit going for a while."

Smith says that he had been using music and the Ouija board as his means of treatment, hoping to go inward to work through torments from his childhood on his own (and with Crane, of course). Throughout the album, he references particular episodes but in oblique ways, so it doesn't come off like a confessional emo rap record. The opening lines of "Little Grasshopper" are about how he would get attention from his neglectful father by clogging up the toilet, and "Lone Ramblings" mentions his coping method in high school: hiding in a bathroom stall and talking to himself.

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