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Rushing a 3 page (luckily, double-spaced) essay on the Insane Clown Posse for my English composition class before my birthday basement show starts tonight.

Insane Clown Posse: The Most Hated, and Criminally Misunderstood Band in the World

Succeeding as a white hip-hop artist in the gangster rap era of the 1990’s was an astoundingly difficult task. The music genre is widely recognized as a black man’s world, and this couldn’t have been any more true after the laughable Vanilla Ice craze of the 1980’s. Even more challenging than succeeding as a white hip-hop artist alone, is succeeding as a white hip-hop duo who paint their faces like clowns, and write songs about a mysterious Dark Carnival full of Terror Wheels, Murder Go Rounds, Tilt-A-Whirls, serial killings, fat girls, and a locally produced soda known as Faygo. Especially when said rapping clowns come from southwest Detroit, rather than notorious hip-hop hotspots like New York City or Los Angeles. This is exactly what the Insane Clown Posse (or I.C.P. to their fans) have done, and they have been thriving in their own international success for nearly a decade. Yet mention the group to anyone you know, and you will be treated as a tasteless laughing stock. Simply put: the Insane Clown Posse deserve a lot more respect.

Long before I.C.P.’s worldwide fame, a street gang existed in southwest Del-Rey, Detroit, known as the Inner City Posse. Together, they committed various felonies and got into fight, after fight, after fight. Tired of the dismal street life, three members (and high school dropouts), Joe Bruce, Joey Utsler, and John Utsler, began writing and recording their own rap albums. Achieving local success with their first hit, “Dog Beats”, the gangbangers soon started yearning for more, and decided it was time to change up their game-plan to earn even more acclaim. Feeling the industry was already oversaturated with gangster rap artists, the Inner City Posse cleverly adapted the moniker, Insane Clown Posse, based on a dream that haunted Joe Bruce, about a demonic looking clown roaming the desolate, crime-ridden streets of Detroit. Joe Bruce, Joey Utsler, and John Utsler soon became Violent J, Shaggy 2 Dope, and John Kickjazz; and in 1992 the first Insane Clown Posse album, Carnival of Carnage, was released. John Kickjazz left the group soon-after.

Since then, the two remaining clowns have formed a fierce empire beneath them, and have become multi-millionaires in the process. The rap duo fronts not only their own record label, Psychopathic Records, but a wrestling federation known as J.C.W., and a clothing company, Hatchet Wear, to boot. They have carved out an extremely unique niche for themselves in the music industry, and acquired legions of fans all around the globe who have formed their own universally hated sub-culture known as Juggalos. The rapping clowns have teamed up in the studio with numerous, well-respected, hip-hop legends such as Ol’ Dirty Bastard, Three Six Mafia, Esham, Ice-T, and many others. Their fourth LP, The Great Milenko, even hit the number four spot on the Billboard charts – an unheard of occurrence for any independent artist. They also hold an annual 4-day music festival, The Gathering of the Juggalos, every year without any corporate sponsorship whatsoever, and have co-written, starred in, and produced two feature films, Big Money Hu$tlas, and it’s western prequel, Big Money Ru$tlas. No other band has ever achieved this sort of success on their own terms, aside from possibly The Grateful Dead (but not quite), yet for some bizarre reason, the Insane Clown Posse are still laughing stocks within the music industry that they have single-handedly re-written the rules of success for.

“Why is this?” you may ask, and to be honest, the answer is a puzzling one. Perhaps it is because of their hard-headed underground ethics that have led their careers to be completely void of any radio play, or MTV exposure (aside from coverage of their stunning Billboard chart achievement). It may also be due to the group’s target demographic of outcasts, social rejects, scrubs, and the financially struggling. Their music specifically caters to the unwashed underbelly of society, and their marketing has closely followed suit over the years, creating a safe-haven for the so-called freaks of the world. Because of this, it can not only be seen as alienating to many potential fans, but a complete chore for a more mainstream audience to become exposed to their ingenious products. Ask your peers about the Insane Clown Posse, and after they dismiss them, ask if they’ve ever actually heard any of the group’s music. Chances are, the only response you’ll hear is, “No.”

Perhaps this is a good thing, which gives Juggalos a rare feeling of exclusivity amongst themselves, as they truly believe they are part of something special – which they are. But it is also tragic that two high school dropouts, and former gang members, who have grinded the long haul, and beaten the odds, transgressing their underground roots into something near-corporate and internationally recognized, have earned such little respect, even in their hometown of Detroit, Michigan. Despite this, they are fully aware of their achievements, and continue to help other struggling artists through their record label, rebelliously proud of the disapproval that has surrounded them since the birth of their careers. Hopefully, history agrees, and I.C.P. will one day be recognized as the brilliant entrepreneurs that they truly are.

Awesome...you actually wrote a paper about ICP. Neat.
Thing is that I notice, is your point about the search for exclusivity. That exact nature is the foundation of marketing itself, that desire is the crux of all government and business aim. Some are better at it than others. I'm not saying that ICP were built exclusively on that, targeting a particular segment of the population that doesnt fit anywhere else. I guess it just made me think about the fact that there ARE groups that will and can and are targeting every single soul out there, to the point that we were born into it and were raised by it. I'm not saying we have no free will, I'm just, uh, wait what?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JoYnFuS5f8k

this makes me feel like i'm missing paradise
the beach, tropical waters and girls with flowers

i really miss the hangout on the beach with coctails, smokes and music
miss?? i never tasted that

gonna have a miniature taste of paradise here at my home

rafvrh

The fact that Insane Clown Posse has found a niche market and exploited it doesn't lend them any credibility in my mind. No one is denying they are successful entrepreneurs. They lack credibility because they perform clown rap.

CLOWN RAP.

oh yeah...anyone know the difference between a civil ordinance for drug possession and a conviction for drug possession?

obviously the convictino goes on yer record and is also more expensive....but does a civil ordinance go on yer record?

I've only heard one single song from Insane clown pose I think.. don't know whats so speical about them.
Tell me, or link me a spotify list.

Wait.... uhhh... who?!


:p


But no, I think with ICP it's simply you either "get it" or you don't. The fact that I grew up in the Detroit area probably has a lot to do with my love for them. You can't really take their music too seriously, it's just something that's fun. I for one, absolutely LOVE most of the beats that Mike E. Clark mixes up for them, the things they talk about in their songs , the horror/carnival niche, dope slang terms, and all of the irresistably catchy hooks they use. Oh, and their live shows are among the coolest I've ever seen.

I dunno, it might just be middle school nostalgia for me, but I genuinely can't get enough. I think the "draw" of the group is easily understandable, even if it doesn't necessarily appeal to you directly - I mean, just look at how many times I've gotten a fair lot of you chattering about them with just a single post... and this is a fucking Sonic Youth forum. I mean you ALL know who they are, at least. I dunno, I'm probably just a loon.

Fuck yes he called!!!!!!!:):):):)

^ yer dealer.

Right now I'm drinking tea with milk in it.

some one better:)

I am

I saw Calvin Johnson tonight at the art damage lodge in my city.

It's this old masonic temple turned noise venue.

It was awesome, he was by himself, played an acoustic set unplugged, campfire style. People were quiet for most of the time.

It was awesome, he is hilarious live and had some great stories.

I cannot believe how happy I am right now:):):)

Good for you, I can't get fucking happy because of all this darkness and coldness outside.. it's fucking eternal...:mad:

It has passed me by for so long. I found something that makes me happier than pills. :) i despise the cold and darkness. it brings me down. It's turning spring here already (Florida) and i fucking love it. It is supposed to be 80 degrees today. I love the heat and sunshine.

Ah fucking sweet!

Well the sun is shining very much here today actually.. Im glad for that! get's me in a good and creative mood.

I just bought some cheap at vinyl-singles on second hand and gonna make copies of glue out of them. It's been a while since I did that, haha. DIY :D

i love frangry

100% stem bowl

livin the good life

I hate when people rave about bands that just sound like half-assed, overproduced versions of Sonic Youth.

WHO GOiN CHiCKEN HuNTiN

WE GOiNG CHiKCEN HUNTiiIN

NOM-NOM-NOM!!!!!!!!!!!

i feel the same, op. i love 2d and actually i'm for the 3dpd thinking but i have a girlfriend that i love for real and i would do everything for her.

and yes i have sex with her almost everyday, and i always cum inside her (the sentence "the pleasure of being cummed inside" is real, i asked her if it feels good and she replyed that it actually felt good) and i always make her cum thanks to artificial girl's techniques that i learned in years of ag3

i love 2d and i love her but i think "3d pig disgusting" onevery other real girl.

ah, my girlfriend knows that i love more 2d than 3d and accepts it, she even accepts every single of my perversions from tigh highs to footjob to pantyhouses my room is filled with figures, pics and posters of my waifus

waitwut?

I got a friggin' haircut! HUGE!! no more long hair.

got attacked by a crackhead last night. managed to fight him until he let go of me but he scratched my neck and left me all messed up.

hellow everyone
it's monday 10 in the morning
wachting tv
people tripping on an astro tv show
asking questions about love, money or future

Goddamn, I can't stand baseheads. I've never been attacked, but they're pestering as fuck.

I once had a guy flash me his knife after asking to see my cell phone because he had "run out of gas". Weaponless, I sprinted away without glancing back. Saw the same motherfucker standing only a few blocks down, a few days after, most likely pulling the same shtick. Luckily I was in a car the second time around.

Dammmnnn im tired.

that is really fantastic!

tired today aswell...uuuhh