Lilbootycall: Jesus Said Run It Back Tour

Before he got hit by a truck, Lilbootycall didn’t seem destined to become a rap star. The

glasses-wearing, half-Mexican, half-Native American kid wasn’t the most popular figure in his

high school; he wasn’t even the most popular rapper. He dreamed of becoming a musician but

he was bullied relentlessly for playing the clarinet in band class that he ended up ditching the

instrument in a locker. He was the perpetual outsider, and by the time he graduated he felt he

was going to stay that way.

It took getting run over by that truck–while riding a borrowed bike to a grocery store job he

hated–to put him on the path to making music. He quit that job, started making beats in

Garageband on his stepdad’s laptop (using his earbud mic to record his vocals), and began

experimenting with how to fit together all the different types of music he’d grown up on: his dad’s

Linkin Park and Papa Roach, his mom’s No Doubt and Mariah Carey, and rappers like Three 6

Mafia and Paul Wall who’d spearheaded Southern hip-hop’s early-aughts takeover of the pop

charts during his childhood. When it came time to choose his nom de rap, he decided to pay

tribute to his lurking suspicion that he was the “booty call” of his social circle, who his friends

would only hit up when everyone else was busy.

Against all odds Lilbootycall managed to turn all that anxiety into instantly accessible music,

combining emotional catharsis with catchy hooks and a laid-back flow that feels self-deprecating

and nonchalant but legitimately lives up to its Texas rap heritage. Add in a dash of hazy

bedroom pop atmosphere and you’ve got all the ingredients for “Sailor Moon,” the breakthrough

single that put Call on the map in early 2017, racking up nearly 4 million plays on SoundCloud

with no label, no management, and no press until Noisey caught on a year after the fact.

Lilbootycall’s first album-length statement was made with real instruments in a real studio–no

borrowed laptop this time–as well as a lot of real emotion. It plays around, in its own nonchalant

way, with real issues that Call–and so many of the rest of us–also deal with: depression,

bullying, feeling like all the cool stuff’s happening somewhere you weren’t invited, trying to chat

up someone cute when you’ve got crippling social anxiety. Judging by the DMs overflowing from

his inbox, it’s connecting. In a world full of outcasts, Lilbootycall’s finally a go-to guy.

Before he got hit by a truck, Lilbootycall didn’t seem destined to become a rap star. The

glasses-wearing, half-Mexican, half-Native American kid wasn’t the most popular figure in his

high school; he wasn’t even the most popular rapper. He dreamed of becoming a musician but

he was bullied relentlessly for playing the clarinet in band class that he ended up ditching the

instrument in a locker. He was the perpetual outsider, and by the time he graduated he felt he

was going to stay that way.

It took getting run over by that truck–while riding a borrowed bike to a grocery store job he

hated–to put him on the path to making music. He quit that job, started making beats in

Garageband on his stepdad’s laptop (using his earbud mic to record his vocals), and began

experimenting with how to fit together all the different types of music he’d grown up on: his dad’s

Linkin Park and Papa Roach, his mom’s No Doubt and Mariah Carey, and rappers like Three 6

Mafia and Paul Wall who’d spearheaded Southern hip-hop’s early-aughts takeover of the pop

charts during his childhood. When it came time to choose his nom de rap, he decided to pay

tribute to his lurking suspicion that he was the “booty call” of his social circle, who his friends

would only hit up when everyone else was busy.

Against all odds Lilbootycall managed to turn all that anxiety into instantly accessible music,

combining emotional catharsis with catchy hooks and a laid-back flow that feels self-deprecating

and nonchalant but legitimately lives up to its Texas rap heritage. Add in a dash of hazy

bedroom pop atmosphere and you’ve got all the ingredients for “Sailor Moon,” the breakthrough

single that put Call on the map in early 2017, racking up nearly 4 million plays on SoundCloud

with no label, no management, and no press until Noisey caught on a year after the fact.

Lilbootycall’s first album-length statement was made with real instruments in a real studio–no

borrowed laptop this time–as well as a lot of real emotion. It plays around, in its own nonchalant

way, with real issues that Call–and so many of the rest of us–also deal with: depression,

bullying, feeling like all the cool stuff’s happening somewhere you weren’t invited, trying to chat

up someone cute when you’ve got crippling social anxiety. Judging by the DMs overflowing from

his inbox, it’s connecting. In a world full of outcasts, Lilbootycall’s finally a go-to guy.