All posts by Matt Greenfield

ONE LIFE CREW FOOTAGE FROM DESTROY CLEVELAND

Since this movie will never again see the light of day or be sold anywhere, we have decided to upload a few of the crucial scenes. Here is a re-edit of the movie footage featuring the controversial One Life Crew. Please share!

FREE MC HOMELESS COMPILATION (2004-2009)

This is an album of rare tracks and collaborations with Thavius Beck, Riddlore, Zoen, Swordplay, K-The-I???, and more. Something to get people ready for the upcoming MC Homeless Ep “Sex and Death” to be released in a few months.

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UNDERGROUND HIP HOP IS THE NEW PUNK ROCK (BY MC HOMELESS)

I feel like Agent Dale Cooper returning from the Black Lodge. MC Homeless has been laying dormant inside the body of Matt Greenfield (Dougie Jones style). Something recently changed. Perhaps it was metaphysical. It happened out of nowhere and was confusing, even to me. Needless to say, I’m back with a fuckin’ vengeance and coming after the underground musical landscape.

For a long time I have been preaching to people that underground hip hop is just a manifestation of the punk rock present. While most punk and hardcore acts are still doing things that were perfected musically and aesthetically by 1982, rap music is moving into uncharted territory and has been for some time now. When I go to punk shows, it’s sterile and boring. Same shit, new bands. Occasionally the energy is magnetic but unfortunately this has become a rarity. Pitchfork and Vice have taken the once underground bands and thrusted them into an internet, clickbait spotlight. Hell, some pompous jerkoff from Vice even interviewed me a few years ago. It’s hard to say no to the allure but it’s making subterranean art easily digestible and disposable. Maybe it’s just my passion talking but it really feels like someone has lit a fire under my ass to take initiative and purify this motherfucker. I honestly don’t care about modern punk rock in a traditional sense. My energies are better focused on the art form of rap. I’m fuckin’ sick of the feel-good bozos I hear on the radio. Gimme danger! Make me uncomfortable. Challenge me. I dare you!

Hip hop is or at least can be breeding grounds for musical weirdos. Let’s take it to the streets and freestyle like we are some god damn French situationists. Let’s rap in basements and between the cracks in weird crevices instead of at glossy clubs for numbskull douchebags. Harness the chi, my friends…and fuck some shit up.

Now a bit about my personal history for some context. I grew up in Youngstown, Ohio, going to punk and hardcore shows in both Cleveland and Pittsburgh, right in the half beating heart of the rust belt. The music changed my life. In 11th grade I bought a 12 track and recorded a punk rock, I mean hip hop demo. I borrowed the Conflict circled E for the cover and adopted the Crass font. I even had an acapella rap about nuclear weapons. Ridiculous, I know. Soon after that I recorded another demo and sold it throughout my high school. I received all sorts of attention that had never previously come my way and knew I was on to something. What started as me freestyling as a joke about the things I could do to people’s moms (sex, duh) had turned into something with potential. Don’t get me wrong, I still wasn’t good and got my ass served at a local battle to prove it, but the potential was bubbling.

I honed my skills at Kent State, and made connections with the hip hop underground. Just to give you a taste of the era, here is a list of artists I opened for; The Coup, Spank Master, Ceschi, K-The-I???, Bleubird, Brzowski, Astronautilis, JD Walker, Nobs, Geneva B, and many others. A lot of them became friends that I talk to even today, but at the very least I felt that I had to hold my own with these established or touring acts, which I did.

I dropped out of college around 24 and moved to North Carolina the next year. That’s when I became what I had witnessed previously, a touring rapper. I hit the road with the likes of Davey Dreadnot, Paulie Think, Nobody Cares and PT Burnem regularly. We played for loose change at a vegan pizza shop, rapped in people’s basements opening up for crust punk bands from Europe, got ripped off playing house shows and had to threaten physical violence on promoters semi-regularly, etc. We were the odd ducks. We played with punk rock, noise, hip hop acts and every oddball in between. We didn’t fit in and sometimes even had people get aggressive with us. We were the new punk rock mutants on the block. I wasn’t afraid to break shit at a show or leave my microphone mid set to swing on some asshole. It’s probably similar to how Black Flag felt in 1984. I don’t know why but I was a weirdo magnet during my sets. One time at the Grog Shop, some juggalos tried to fight me while I was on stage. I toured my ass off for next to nothing. My first tour was funded by stolen books by the likes of Noam Chomsky and Mumia Abu Jamal. Me and John Q dumpstered pizza and got kicked out of a motel in Arkansas when the desk clerk accused us of being a gay couple. We were DIY pioneers, blazing a path on a a shit-paved road to oblivion.

A few years had passed and I was seriously getting my chops up. DIY Bandits released my debut album and Diseased Records put out a split 12 inch I did with Indonesia’s Homicide, that garnered cult infamy. I was still broke as fuck though. I am not trying to glamorize this at all so don’t get it twisted. I lived with a girlfriend and lived off of pizza and beer from the craft brew emporium I worked part time at for my dude and road dog, Richard Benjamin. I toured the country and played at everything from bike shops to weird street protests to thuggy clubs. Where the hell did I even belong? You could find me regularly on the road with Dropjaw, Riddlore, Swordplay, Baker or any other assorted ensemble of outsider rappers.

Around 26, I toured Europe for the first time and while it was a career highlight, I started to suffer mentally and touring became ridiculously hard on me. I lost my antidepressants in rural France with no way of refilling them. I was living with heartbreak from a girl I loved and on top of that my cousin was back home dying of cancer. When I flew back from Paris, my first stop was Hospice. My cousin Ryan, one of the greatest people I ever knew, died two days later. I carried him to his grave as a paulbearer. Didn’t even cry, I was just numb. Left for tour a few days later and was a mess. I hated myself and had a meltdown at a show in the Bay Area. I destroyed everything in my path and was lucky to make it out without an ass paddling. I stayed on the road for about two years after that. Sometimes it was good and I played a magical show or met a nice lady, but often I was silently suffering.

I toured with Aceyalone and Illogic, consecutively, which was amazing. I moved to Austin, TX, and somehow along the way became really burnt out and angry at underground rap. I think it was the wear and tare of the road that started to crack my mental faculties or maybe it was all of the wack rappers I had to sip beer and watch before it was my turn to get on stage The air was stagnant and I knew it was time for a break. I did a “retirement” show and performed sporadically, even doing one last Euro tour with my good buddy Ceschi Ramos and new pal Scotty Sixo. My heart just wasn’t in it though. I took on new projects such as the Destroy Cleveland movie, which also ironically also left me bitter and I started this website to archive things I loved. Other artistic projects came and went but here I am in 2017, yearning for a return to underground hip hop. It has all come full circle even though many times I denied this day would come. Now I’m back and I’m ready to set my own path. I don’t care about the trends above or under the surface. I’m here to do my thing and express myself. Just know that I’m not alone and there are many hip hop warriors that you will be hearing about that have been doing this stuff for years. Thanks for listening. That felt good.
-Matt AKA MC Homeless

CIDER/BRAINWASHED YOUTH LIVE AT SECTION 8 SKATEPARK

I remember this awkward moment like yesterday. I had a band with Zed Schmeck called Eat Shit and Die that was supposed to open the show but our drummer (Pigman) quit that morning.This was weeks after a car wreck in the snow left us unable to open for Annihilation Time and Upstab. Some luck! Anyways, this was Play Fast or Die Fest II in Hubbard, Ohio. Hubbard is a small place located by Youngstown, Ohio, and the Pennsylvania border that had a skatepark where mostly local bands played. I don’t think Cider was originally on the bill for Play Fast or Die II, but they played anyways and went way over their time limit. Some of the local Crowd Deterrent type guys weren’t too happy and I’m not exactly sure what happened outside but Cider were told to leave town and baseball bats may have been involved. Steve “Da Assaulta” is visibly frustrated around the 10:30 mark and it looks like he pleas with the band to stop playing. Instead we find Aaron Melnick of Integrity/Inmates now behind the drum set and a short Brainwashed Youth set ensues to the amusement of their Cleveland friends and no one else. As you can see in this video, they play to a mostly puzzled and indifferent audience that had no clue who Cider was. I think most of the kids were there because it was a show in Youngstown. For the record, other bands that played were Caustic Christ, Career Suicide, My Revenge, and a bunch I can’t recall that got lost in the shuffle of time. T

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AGNOSTIC FRONT LIVE IN CLEVELAND (1988)

This amazing show has never been seen online before. It happened on November 4th, 1988 at Peabody’s in Cleveland, Ohio. The footage starts off with the Agnostic Front set and then moves on to False Hope. They are a little known band from Cleveland whose members would go on to form the backbone of such integral bands as Integrity and Keelhaul. The camera work here is obviously amateur and the audio falls out of synch briefly but if you’re looking for an amazing glimpse into the Clevo HC scene of 1988, this is a peak into that tiny window of time. You’ll get stage divers galore and all of your favorite AF songs in this video.
-Matt
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2 LIVE CREW PLAYS TO A BAFFLED DONAHUE AUDIENCE (HILARIOUS, 1989

This has to be the funniest talk show performance of all time. The audiences facial expressions are damn near priceless as they look on in horrified disgust or total confusion while the Crew sings “You will drink my cum and nothing more.”

2 Live Crew set the precedent for dirty raps and today we lost the icon Fresh Kid Ice. RIP to the 2 Live emcee and may you be chilling in the afterlife on a throne getting twerked on by all of the heavenliest hoes.

UPSTAB LIVE AT THE BEACHLAND TAVERN (2004)

This is the best and original lineup of the band that featured the maniacal Chris Erba on vocals. Watch this deranged lunatic play with one of the fiercest, short lived bands in Cleveland punk/hc history. They came, they saw, and they self-destructed. This footage has never been seen before. Crack one open and check this set out.

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