Artist Bio: Gus Cutty
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To earn our kindergarten graduation in the 80 s we were to participate in The ABC Circus.
We chose sideshows from a hat. Some were strongmen, ripping precut telephone books
slightly in half, others red nosed clowns, me, I chose break dancing bear. A local
Nashville boy crew came to our school and attempted to teach a team of tiny children
to do moves like the worm, a simple 5 step and the robot before a short demonstration
of power moves. Hypnotized by spinning adidas suits, the brain washing was effective.
In the 7th grade I met a mutual friend who had heard of me but thought that I was a
polish kid at our school with the same name. In classic elementary single line fashion,
I began writing my first tag, Pollak.
Tower Records and Books were located on the opposite side of Vanderbilt University from
my house so, between smoking weed and eating Vivarin, we taught ourselves to rack.
A classic move was removing the alarm tag and sticking it to a strangers jacket or
dropping it in their purse, casually strolling out, pants full of Mobb Deep tapes
and Can Control magazines, while loss prevention shook down the confused mark.
Exiting the school bus, you would climb 3 or 4 levels of long concrete steps to enter
Hillsboro High School. One monday morning the kids erupted in cheer as we arrived to
ALARM written in red and black spray paint repeatedly across the front of each step
leading towards the towering clock surrounded by even more hand styles. Inspiration
was easy, Sever, Beno, Revok, Tek, Skinz, Rex 2, Race and too many to name. GQUE was
My roommate decided to flip his rent money with an ounce of weed which he was quickly
relieved of in a parking deck stairwell by an old acquaintance. With none of our names
on the lease and two days before the fifth, we recorded a song called Shady Bastard,
detailing the affair. Paired with a couple more instrumentals and songs, we individually
burned and printed covers for 100 copies of Rent Stik Volume 1 and headed downtown to
try our hands at another hustle. We made rent.
I awoke to what I thought was the tv playing an episode of The Wire. The gunshot was
real. Luckily my roommate was ok as his friendly golden retriever had attacked the
guy being fatally wounded in the process. Duffel bag full of contraband, I still
blame myself. A month later we all moved to San Francisco.
One year I canceled Xmas. With a sharpie I drew santa claus s head with a machete
through it on a white tee with the words Xmas Is Cancelled on the back. Between each
song our DJ Al Lover echoed the mantra through the building as I passed out copies of
a zine I had drawn while injured on the couch for a week. On Xmas eve, shortly after
midnight, two of our crewmates were arrested after attempting to save a female friend
who was being attacked by a date. They spent the next few months in lockup. I'm more
careful with my words now.
My friend Topr pressured me to help him paint a Game of Thrones mural after 6 years
without a can. Turns out, just like riding a bike. That was in 2012, I haven t had
a real job since.