Fantastic Negrito

Fantastic Negrito

Jo Gore

Tue Jul 24

Doors: 7:00 pm / Show: 8:00 pm

$12 advance / $14 day-of / $24 Seats & Eats

This event is all ages

Fantastic Negrito
Fantastic Negrito
Fantastic Negrito is the incarnation of a musician who is reborn after going through a lot of awful shit. In fact, the name Fantastic Negrito represents his third rebirth, literally coming back from death this time. The narrative on this man is as important as the sound, because the narrative is the sound. Songs born from a long hard life channeled through black roots music. Slide guitar, drums, piano. Urgent, desperate, edgy. Fantastic Negrito is the story of a man who struggled to “make it”, who “got it”, and who lost it all. For anyone who ever felt like it was over yet hoped it wasn’t, this is your music; blues harnessed, forged in realness. For anyone who ever considered getting their old high-school band back together, this is your inspiration. These are singular songs by a true musician who writes and produces. They are his fuel as he embarks on the third comeback of his life.

The first life (‘who am I and where am I going?’). Fantastic Negrito was raised in an orthodox Muslim household. His father was a Somali-Caribbean immigrant who mostly played traditional African music. When, at the age of 12, Negrito’s family moved from Massachusetts to Oakland, he was hit with an intense culture shock. Oakland in 1970s was a million miles from Negrito’s conservative childhood. He went from Arab chants to Funkadelic in one day, living in the heart of one of the wildest, most infamous, most vibrant black communities in the nation. Shit was extra real in Oakland.

By the time he was 20, Negrito had taught himself to play every instrument he could get his hands on. He was recording music, but he was also caught up in street shit. This went on for several years until a near death encounter with masked gunmen. After that Negrito packed his bags and headed to LA, armed with a demo on cassette.

The second life (‘I want to be a star…I think’). It didn’t take long for Negrito to find himself entrenched in the ‘Hollywood’ lifestyle; “clubs and bitches and bullshit politics that have nothing to do with great music.” Negrito signed with a big time manager and soon after that, a million dollar deal at Interscope …and soon after that, creative death.

The record deal was a disaster. Gangsta rap was ruling the airwaves and Negrito was in the wrong place at the wrong era. Negrito came out of the deal with a failed album and his confidence gutted. He was infected by the constant emphasis on ‘what would sell’; which looks, hooks and gimmicks would attract an audience. He lost all sense of himself. The songs stopped coming to him, so he quit. He sold all of his shit and he quit.

In 2000, Negrito was in a near fatal car accident that put him in a coma. For four weeks it was touch and go. Because his muscles atrophied while bedridden, he had to go through months of frustrating physical therapy to regain use of his legs. Rods were placed throughout his body. And worst of all, his playing hand was mutilated. Though he rehabbed intensely for several years, the damage was permanent. In 2008, he returned home to Oakland.

The third life (the birth of Negrito). Back in Oakland, Negrito forgot about life as a musician. He got married, he planted vegetables, raised his own chickens, and made money growing weed. He also settled into being a man, on his own, clear of the distractions of wanting to be a star. This is when his specific POV of the world came into focus. His conservative Muslim values melded with the liberal, multi-cultural world of Oakland. The cynicism that comes from struggle made room for the hope that comes from cheating death. He truly knew who he was. He was confident about his place in the world because he understood it as much as any man can. And then his son Kyu was born.

With Kyu’s entrance into the world, all the creative energy Negrito bottled for years came rushing. His musical choices were sharp and without doubt. He began recording without the hindrances that come with chasing trends. “Fuck what’s hot now, what moves me?” Negrito turned to the original DNA of all American music, the Blues. The beating life had given him primed him to channel his literal and musical forefathers: the Blues musicians of the Delta.

For Fantastic Negrito, “derivative” is the devil so to ensure his sound is his own, every chord comes from a place of immediacy. Immediacy opens the door for instinct. Instinct is God’s tool that makes an artist into an individual. Negrito leaves the original sounds of Lead Belly and Skip Woods intact and builds bridges to modernity by looping and sampling his own live instruments.

When you listen to Negrito, you’re invited to hear the story of life after destruction. Your dream can die. You probably will give up. But from there, you can start everything over.
Jo Gore
Jo Gore
jo gore is a mezzo soprano who sounds like the grown-up nerdy love child between tina turner and amy winehouse. her delivery is a unique blend of tina's grit and soul coupled with amy's rawness and sophistication. there's real struggle, pain, and grit woven into her melodies and lyrics.

throughout her new record i am worthy, jo gore remains elusive and tight lipped about the identity of the hung hollowed heart handsome man with the dimpled chin. curiously, the same man is mentioned in about seven songs. not only did this son of a bitch break the artist's heart, but it sounds like the asshole almost broke jo's spirit. name calling has legal implications and jo gore does a delicate juggling act walking the lyrical tightrope of autobiographical fiction. yet several album tracks continue to hint at abuse and tragedy. consider the lyrics from the soulful climatic track entitled play james. leaving the melody intact, jo re-wrote verses to james taylor's fire and rain. yesterday morning, i made a plan to get away from you. i got up early and wrote down james' song, but I ain't got nobody to sing it to. and consider the tearful lament god of slaves #17. it's a lo-fi recording of a painful lullaby that appears to hint at rape and incest. don't hurt her, the same way you hurt me. she was just a girl and one day she'll be me. i don't wish this pain on nobody. you're too old to be a better man. you made us pray and you made us believe. may the god of slaves take it away. jesus christ, these lyrics are gutrenching.

and yet it didn't take long for a few song-writing sessions and rehearsals to stir the warm musical ashes that allowed the gorey phoenix to emerge. by the end of i am worthy, all hell has broken loose and jo gore is coming for blood. this time the microphone is her sword. sounding like a female kendrick lamar, jo gore spits pure fire in the spoken word piece entitled my knee. a few of my favorite verses include fuck all the black and white bill cosbies. i'll take a mattress on the floor and keep my dirty concrete. be broken in school, counting pennies. with band bros, busted washer-dirty laundry. inspired by winfrey, let me take a knee. inspired by colin, this album is my knee. again, some of these songs could easily become anthems for the #metoo movement but hardcore feminists can't hijack the entire the record just yet.

thankfully, jo has written songs that reflect a careful blend of sex and satire for mainstream radio. consider the fun comedic tune entitled self care. it's about female primping and setting personal boundaries. playfully she sings, ...don't touch me boy, i need an hour or two. i'm all natural fair trade. i got it from whole foods. and yet jo gore is most seductive and desirous in survival. with an african phil collins in the background, jo calls to a church-going lad and whispers come me to on your knees when you need to believe. i'll be your god and your religion. come to the motherland. open your mother lips and speak with your mother tongue.

in real life, jo is no dummy. she's a full time student at north carolina central university majoring in computer science and business. when she's not writing songs, producing records, or running across the stage barefoot, she's studying programming, calculus, or interning at a tech firm. in 2018, she won $25,000 in scholarships and flew to wall street, nyc twice to speculate with traders and geek out with financial network engineers. it's no wonder she writes in lowercase and performs songs about spiritual and emotional coding and re-programming. check out code and python. furthermore, this brainy brown beauty's lyrical prowess stems from her studies at the university of north carolina at chapel hill where she graduated with an english lit/african studies degree in 2015. while at unc, she spent an entire year living aboard in several african countries. she's full of stories about neo-colonialism, nelson mandela, charging rhinos, and nation building. the real jo gore is just as colorful as her lyrics.

i am worthy is so much more than a collection of sad love songs. jo isn't just a woman scorn. this record is about failure, redefining success, setting boundaries and breaking rules. finally, jo has found the courage to be vulnerable. this record is her poetic truth. let's all just hope that the fucktard she sings about isn't a sore loser. otherwise, she may need a restraining order.