evOlve
An article evOlve did on the concert ICP did in Chico, CA on Feb 11th 2003... It talks about the concert and also the meaning of being a juggalo/lette
First of all let me give mad props to all the juggalos and juggalettes out there, 'specially the ones bored enough to read my shit. This is just some bullshit from a crazy ass juggalette with too much time on her hands. Actually this is a testimonial to ICP/Psychopathic Records and all that is related to them (i.e.; Twiztid, Blaze, ABK, Zug Island, Dark Lotus… etc…).
Lemme tell you a little bit about me. I've been down with the clown a lil over 3 years now, though I liked their music before, I wasn't half the juggalette then that I am now. And I have to give mad love to the ninja that is known as "the shadow". He's my online brother and IRL we've hung out and raised a lil hell of our own… but I'm rambling LOL. We met about 3 years ago and he opened up doors and my mind to ICP I didn't know existed and he helped broaden my knowledge.
I've met and talked to ninja's everyday online and in real life. Some have been down for years, some since only yesterday. Though there's a difference in their knowledge of ICP, I always ask them the same question: What exactly makes you feel like a juggalo/lette? And the most common answer I get is "the mad clown love". Exactly. That's exactly what ICP is about… at least to me. You can be fat, ugly, beautiful, skinny, freakish, shy, angry or happy as hell… but there's the one bond that is unbreakable no matter what you are… and that is being down with the clown. I've forged friendships that will most likely last me a life time because I'm a juggalette… I've dated some great men that were ninja's. Fuck, I even married a ninja… seemed that was the only thing we had in common though cause the marriage didn't work out, and even if he is mad at me as I am at him… he was my homie first off… my juggalo bro. it's a shame… o well.
My whole reason to writing this was to tell of my first experience as a true juggalette. Courtesy of Casey and Tim, a guy named Justin and I, and 2 other carful's of wicked clowns headed up from Sacramento to a lil town called Chico on November 11th, for the make up concert from the previous Fridays disaster of the crowd rushing the stage and tearing down the stage because ICP wasn't coming on… I don't know the whole story to that so I will just leave it alone. And this was going to be my first ICP concert ever, so I had no idea what to expect. But anyways, we're all flying up there… one of our carful's even got pulled over for speeding (no clown love fuckin piggers)… Finally we get there and wait patiently like good lil children… no shit fuck that but we did have to wait a bit to be let in… one of our crew got so impatient he climbed up over the bars but ended up on the other side face first into the concrete.. ouch… so finally they let us in. I'm there with my date just hanging out talking to random ninja's and lettes… enjoying the show when occasionally a lette would show her tits… (sick, aight this chic right behind me hops up on these guys shoulders and straight up flashes her tits like BLAAAAM right in my face… I shoulda grabbed them damnit… o lol by the way… I'm bi =x)… when fuckin Anybody Fuckin Killa came on… the crowd omg starts rushing the stage and I'm like right up front getting shoved and pulled and tugged and slammed into… at some point I ended up on the floor.. lol I'mma big girl and can usually hold my own but someone straight tripped me… so anyways I'm on the floor and I fucking refuse to put my hands down for fear that they'll end up broken, meanwhile I got kicked in the head several times in the rips, someone sat on me LMAO and stepped on my ankle. I'm like.. .holy shit how am I gonna get up… when I hear this booming voice above me telling ninja's to move the fuck out the way, and I look up and I swear it like this… 'I looked into the face of god that night, and not to my surprise, he was painted like a juggalo', and he got his hands up under my arms and heaved me up and helped me through the crowd… I wish now that I had grabbed him and at least thanked him… cause that's the clown love I'm talking about right there…
So anyways, I go have a couple smokes while ABK is on cause all I really wanted to see was ICP… got to see the crap ass security throw out some hella pissed off ninja's with ABK in the background and the smell of an opium pipe going somewhere… I was content… a little shaky from the experience but feeling like so fucking awesome… I go back in and try to find my date but he's hella lost in the crowd after ABK was done.. so I started talking to some other ninja's till the lights went out again and there they were… the two reasons that I drink Faygo, the two reasons juggalos/lettes exist… the two reasons I was in Chico that night. Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope… a.k.a. Insane Clown Posse. From the second they stepped on the stage till the second they closed the curtains, the Faygo flowed. They had crates upon crates of Faygo up on stage and were shaking them up and spraying it into the crowd… they had these clowns comin on stage with the Faygo hoses and blasting the crowd… at one point chicken feathers were thrown around as well as glitter and confetti… the Faygo bottles were being thrown into the crowd. I wanted one of them fuckers bad but every time one came close to me it slipped outta my hands… meanwhile I'm fuckin Faygo drenched (wet t-shirt contest anyone?) screaming the lyrics along with the songs, pounding my fists in the air, swaying with the crowd and drinking Faygo from the sky like rain. I finally find my date and we enjoy the rest of the show together, him catchin two Faygo bottles and giving me one (yAy! Woo Woo) and then all too soon it was over… and security was ushering us out. We all meet up in the parking lot down the street, it's our original 3 carloads when other cars started coming into the parkin lot… there was mad clown love up in that lot even though it was fucking freezing with my Faygo drenched tshirt. We chilled there for about 40 mins, listenin to two juggalos known as 'wrath' (I think) play their guitars and sing some pretty tight songs, then someone suggested food and those of us that could, ended up at Denny's… a buncha crazy, face painted, Faygo dripping carnies invading Denny's for coffee and what not at God knows what time it was… lmao.
When we all broke up for the night.. I couldn't help feeling like I was on cloud 9 … that and I was going home to get laid too  THE BEST NIGHT I EVER FUCKING HAD!!!!!! JUGGALOS AND JUGGALETTES LIVE ON, CAUSE I'M DOWN WITH THE CLOWN AND I'M DOWN FOR LIFE!!
-P Rene B- a.k.a. evOlve |
