We get to the restaurant, a jaunty space with high ceilings, exposed brick and open windows. He’s the type of guy who picks his nose in public without a care in the world. Over the next two days, I’ll see him pretend to fuck a beer bottle, encourage drug dabblers to “stop being a bitch” and “shoot heroin up,” and, no less than twice, scream, “The molly’s kicking in,” while having a fake seizure on the floor. Only Tyler is completely sober, and - even though he jokes about doing drugs almost as much as he jokes about (not) being gay - he always has been. “Time flies when you’re having fun and doing heroin,” he says at one point. He has a hell of a schedule with lots of obligations and places to be, but when you’re around him it’s clear that he just does whatever the fuck he wants, whenever he wants. We pass a skinny white kid wearing Elvis Costello-looking frames and Tyler yells in his face, “Hey, sick glasses!” A small white dog is barking above us on one of those Bourbon Street balconies as we pass - every time it does, Tyler yells back, “Nigger!” A jewelry store grabs his attention next he’s at the window, eyes glowing: “That turquoise is crazy.”Įverything with Tyler appears to happen on a whim. Tyler recalls buying a painting from one of the art galleries around this section of the French Quarter.
Fuck! What did you call me on?! Fuck! I always forget the lyrics.”
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As the driver parks the van, Drake’s “Hotline Bling” comes on the radio, and Tyler purposely fucks up the lyrics: “You used to call me on my.
The guys decide to eat at the Royal House Oyster Bar, where Frank Sinatra used to go when it was called Tortorici’s. I tell Tyler that it’s my first time in New Orleans. The sprinter squeezes through the streets of the French Quarter. To be around Tyler, the Creator is to be subjected to a constant stream of lewd absurdity. He’s started an ultra-successful line of clothing and a mobile app for “All things Tyler.” All of which might have supplanted his hell-child image with a more refined entrepreneurial one, but, in person, he doesn’t appear so intent on changing his ways. “Who doesn’t wanna be fucking rich and wealthy to buy stuff?” - and he now counts Pharrell Williams, Kanye West, Jay Z and Seth Rogen among his friends and fans. He’s earned millions of dollars - “People make it seem like having money is a bad thing,” he says. “I feel like they’re not as progressive with the architecture out here.”Īt 24, Tyler’s already been on the scene for over five years.“The last New Orleans show was garbage.”.“I want a fucking lizard, but I don’t want the stupid fucking cage that it needs.”.Here are a few things Tyler shouts from the back seat, while scrolling through his iPhone: Five minutes after the tour bus prank, we’re cruising through the streets of New Orleans in a white sprinter van. If any of this is causing Tyler stress, he surely doesn’t show it. Following the release of his latest album Cherry Bomb this year, the United Kingdom joined New Zealand in banning him after protesters accused him of promoting violence against women. Last year, he was arrested for inciting a riot in Austin, after urging fans to push through barricades at his SXSW show. In 2013, his Mountain Dew commercial, where he voices a goat that beats a waitress only to end up in a lineup of sinister-looking black men, was pulled after critics deemed it too racist. The persona - one associated with lyrics like, “rape a pregnant bitch and tell my friends I had a threesome” - has simultaneously made him a pop culture phenomenon and seemingly undermined him every step of the way. Since he self-released his debut album, Bastard, six years ago, he’s been known as a profane artist with an exceedingly juvenile sense of humor. Tyler, the Creator, born Tyler Gregory Okonma, is at a crossroads. “I’m just playing,” he says, and runs off the bus. I hate working with people when I’m superior to everyone,” Tyler says, digging through boxes of Cap’n Crunch and Fruity Pebbles. “This is gay,” he says, zipping up.Ī few minutes later, I’m asking him about the tour. “You think anybody out here got an Enzo?” No response. Tyler turns the camera around to review footage on the LCD screen, and, with his pants still hugging his ankles, starts thinking about Ferraris. “This nigga really took off his pants!” Tyler howls.
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