by Matthew Bedard

Thoughts, Conclusions, Confusions, Illusions, and a $20,000 Gold Sarcophagus
Let’s have a colorific orgy. Let’s fill bathtubs with DP, let’s DP a tri-curious MD, let’s pile high bongs with PCP, let’s rail Adderall like we’re post-ADD, all before touchdown at CDG. Let’s remember while feasting we don’t need napkins, and wipe our duck confit-glazed hands on the Fendi drapes that shade us from the severely less sexy world we occasionally adventure into, to perform, to pick up, to get tattoos. Let’s fuck like young Kobe. Let’s glare down at the apple cores that nest between the plump bumps we’ve dug our hands into, and tell them that’s next. Let’s get fat, get skinny, get fitted, get faded. Let’s get sued, get lewd, be late, get mom an Aston Martin. Let’s make the people move. Let’s run politico. Let’s mainline Sotheby’s like B12. Let’s slice like razor blades, let’s get paid, let’s live like pharaohs, let’s dust our babies in gold, let’s age like a freaky mean Burgundy. Let’s deny all accusations and counter accuse. Let’s design fashion. Let’s discuss their futures on the chair lift. Let’s recite the classics on helium, because we got tanks of that shit lying around. Because we got tanks, imported from Austria for the purpose of crushing small villages and YouTube stars. Let’s huff. Let’s bully. Let’s dream silky sweet dreams.  Let’s swim in vanishing beaches. Let’s kill the messenger. Let’s watch the chef as he prepares the soup to ensure he only sips to taste, as that fin’s exotic, and it ain’t to be wasted on the help. Let’s astrologically align with invisible kingdoms. Let’s pop membranes, plead insane, buy mom a Tuscan four bed. Let’s carve our scripture into grottos, our mottos, our legacies. Let’s tip watches. Let’s get our assholes cloned. Let’s get deep tissue. Let’s red-light. Let’s recite lines from Backdraft while we piss on the tasteless. Let’s fill our boots with Raisinets®. Let’s walk bow-legged; because it hurt so bad it’s good. Let’s wrap cars around poles. Let’s neutralize our enemies, enemy our neutrals. Let’s project Mario Kart to 54 feet wide and jump that Princess slut like you tasted it and wasted it. Let’s remember we’re all gifted, all children of God, all victims of our own genius. Let’s spin Tyga’s forthcoming The Gold Album: 18th Dynasty and riff on school, tigers, kings, and artistry.

Describe your environment right now. I’m in the lobby of my house, just some statues, a tiger cage, got some awards on the wall, some art, a grand piano, white couch, and a white fur rug.

How would you define excess? People say stuff like that and it means it’s impossible to the regular eye, the regular mind, you know? When I think of stuff like that I think that’s possible. For me to think it’s impossible doesn’t do nothing for me.

How would you relate that to the creation of your music? I mean just trying new things, trying different voices, trying to say stuff that makes people think, “What did he say?” And just being able to paint a picture visually, but still make it cool, not corny.

Would you say that most of culture is corny? Nah, it’s different cultures but most people are good at one thing. A lot of people don’t expand to different cultures and learn different things, and people don’t travel so a lot of people just like to be one way. That’s fine, but why do we have to be just one way, you know?

Sure, and how do you feel you’re growing right now as an artist? I’m growing a lot, you know what I’m saying? I’m trying new things out, like my voice and trying different collabs with different artists. I’m more open to more things, especially working with Kanye. It’s things that I wouldn’t hear, that he hears on different songs. Just really opening and broadening your mind when it comes to making music because it’s all about the bigger picture in the outcome.

 The issue theme is back to school. If you were to change one thing about your experience with school as a kid, what would it be? I would have gone to a [business] school or something because I feel like in high school I didn’t really learn nothing. I feel like high school was just a fashion show for me, which was fun, but I mean, looking back I didn’t really gain nothing from high school.

You have a fascination with pharaohs and Egyptian rulers, so I wanted to ask you what’s going to be in the Tyga tomb?  Definitely we going to have gold, art—I mean, anything I’m into at the moment, by that time whatever I’ve gone through in my life that I want to take with me. I get into different stuff every couples months, I may be real into art right now, now I might be into something else. I always like to master whatever it is I’m into, and then try to find what’s next. In the tomb…it has to be crazy, but of course the regular necessities like gold, statues, and things that are valuable to you.

Tell me about the tiger you own. I feel like tigers are animals fit for a king.

How important is community to you when growing as an artist? Community is real important. You need to know your surroundings. You can’t grow on your own—you gotta have people around to grow with you. That’s a part of growing: outside experiences and watching other people’s experiences and taking from that. You need environment, you need different energies, you can’t grow with your own energy. You got to be surrounded by different energies to grow into your own.

Growing processes can be painful. What to you defines pain? Not knowing what your next move is…not having help…pain is loss almost. You don’t have a concept of reality, just a concept of complete loss. I wouldn’t even say pain is physical. Pain is more mental to me than physical.


Photographer: Renie Saliba at RenieSaliba.com. Stylist: Sean Knight for JedRoot.com. Hair: William Lemon for opusbeauty.com. Makeup: Anthony Nguyen at AnthonyHNguyen.com. Photography Assistant: Chad Greer.