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By David Rolland
By Alex Rendon
By Terrence McCoy
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By Chris Joseph
These are the songs that make up Beat a Dead Horse 'Til She Resurrects, the album he releases officially Saturday at the Green Room. As we delve into the work he says he's most proud of to date, McClure taps his horn at an old, sun-baked prostitute hooking on the sidewalk next to Federal Highway. She flips us the bird.
" 'Sup, mama; don't flick me off — what if I was gonna pick you up?" he says with a laugh, then refocuses. "The first track ['You'] is really introspective."
He's correct in that self-assessment. "Throw me that tall boy and play some beats/I want to rap about all the shit that's not wrong with me," he says with intensity over a dark, melancholy synth line. And the album to follow traces the pathways of trying to please the fans still stuck on his Analog shit from five years ago, trying to create something that his daughter can be proud of, and being successful enough to feed her too.
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" 'Roots' I really like because it says no matter how much I change, I go this way or that way, I never forget my roots," he says. "It talks about riding the bus and being hip-hop as fuck and killing rappers. Doing all that cliché boom-bap shit. After that, it goes into a whole different realm. In the end, it's just beating a dead horse, an old concept that isn't there anymore. Either history repeats itself or it resurrects."
McClure is comfortable revisiting his past — he lives with his father again in a yellow house that used to be a horse stable in Sailboat Bend. And he'd even consider living in a vehicle again, albeit under slightly different arrangements.
"My dream is to get an RV and dip out, set up camp," he says. "I want to learn to grow my own food, get my own place, and have a trailer there. I want to be prepared in case something happens. I want to touch back to human beings' true nature. I want to acquire enough — be it wealth, knowledge, or experience — to where I'd be OK with disappearing with my family and starting somewhere new."