"Y’all can go harder than that Austin, Texas."
G-Eazy just paused his performance mid-song and implored folks to overdo it with respect to jumping and yelling and waving hands. It worked.
"You are the most lit festival in the universe correct?" the Bay Area rapper had said earlier.
Maybe it’s because San Francisco is always 50 degrees but it took G-Eazy 20 minutes to ditch the leather jacket.
Under was a black V-neck shirt that paired with his greaser slick hair. He’s a white dude that vaguely recalls Atmosphere’s Slug in terms of performing as a brooding, salty rapper. His sensibilities are more lively though — maybe it’s the regional influence of his genre Bay Area heroes E-40 and Mac Dre — and at ACL Fest, G-Eazy put it all together as a rap heartthrob on his way.
My teen sister-in-law asked her mom, who is attending, to please film "Tumblr Girls" and send over the live video. G-Eazy writes heavy, trap-influenced modern odes to when, specifically, "white girls twerk." (Guess how the crowd responded?)
In another breath he’ll rhyme "handsome" with "understand, son."
He’ll rap strongly over Drake’s "0 to 100" instrumental. He can double time with his flow while a live drummer throws down. His sideman DJ Quiz can splice in handy and hard tracks at will.
G-Eazy works because he’s aggressively himself. He’s the bad boy who likes to party and buys you a shot — that plays anywhere.
He takes pictures with the audience and celebrates "raging" with whiskey and Molly. But he was veritably humbled, shouting out local promoters ScoreMore for aiding in his grassroots ascent.
"Can I put y’all on my Snapchat?" he asks us before tossing what appear to be authentic American $2 bills into mostly the photo pit. (I caught one and think it’s real.) It’s great because it brandishes excess but also warmly recalls birthday cards from grandmothers.
I’d say that’s certainly a lit business move.