Outside with G Funk Supreme

I have great respect for this man. His name is Borey, also known as G Funk Supreme. We crossed paths in high school, but we didn't form a relationship until more than ten years after we graduated.

Sometime in 2019… My sister sent me an Instagram post. It was Borey looking for someone to direct a music video for his song “Missed Calls” from his album titled Unapologetic.  I listened to the song, liked it, and came up with a concept. A meeting was arranged and we met up at a coffee shop. We listened to the song, he told me his idea for the video, and then it was my turn to pitch… 

After my presentation, Borey said, “Huh, that’s interesting.” HA! He wasn’t totally against it, but the juxtaposition may have been a little too strong for him. In my mind, it was a brilliant idea. I still envision the video when I listen to the song. 

We sat with each other's ideas, both of us clinging tightly to our own visions, and it was clear that we would not be working on this project together.  

After our meeting we went on to talk about everything else under the sun. As I sat across from him, I began to see his true essence. I wasn’t having a baseless conversation with a pretentious hip-hop artist; I was sitting amongst a highly intelligent person who also happened to have the biggest heart and spoke words worth listening to.  

Our time together came to an end. Before I took off, Borey gifted me with a hat and a copy of his Unapologetic album. I listened to that CD back-to-back. I became a fan who respected the totality of him. But I wanted to be more than a fan. I really wanted to collaborate with him. 

I attended a couple of his shows. The first one was at the House of Blues. It was phenomenal. I get the chills talking about that show. His stage presence did not disappoint. I was there, front row, rapping word for word, bar for bar.  

At the second show, my petite ass faced a pint of Hennessy.  After his set, I bombarded his space and drunkenly blurted, "We need to work together...I really want to direct a music video for you." BLAH BLAH BLAH.  He told me to share some of my work with him and that  we could go from there.  

The hangover blues hit hard the next morning. I thought I was acting a fool at that show and on top of that I didn’t have shit to share with Borey. I was working on artistic projects but not music videos. My confidence wasn’t there to sell my cool ideas because I had no physical representation. I stepped back.  

Fast forward to 2023.  I gave birth to my second son in February and spent a lot of time inside.  During my postpartum recovery, I couldn’t move around or rip and run like I did before giving birth. There was no escape from the madness, I had to sit alone with my thoughts. I thought a lot about the things that I did wrong, things that I did right, my fears, my hopes, and my dreams.  

I listened to a lot of underground hip-hop to get by. Underground hip-hop has always been there for me. It has gotten me through some wild storms. One of my dreams has been to be a part of that scene somehow, someway.  

Towards the end of that year, I finally came up with a concrete idea to start a platform that will spotlight underground hip-hop artists. The name "Outside Flow" came to me. There are so many ways you can interpret the name, and I'll explain my interpretation another time. 

So bam…Outside Flow is the platform where I’ll document the people behind the meaningful music that deserves more flowers.  

Now I am on fire and more serious and determined about my work than I have ever been.  

I looked Borey up on instagram to see what he was up to and learned that he was returning to the House of Blues. I got his number from my sister. I was nervous because I haven’t spoken to him since my drunken night at the last show I attended.  

Real quick: Now I remember where my shame is coming from. I took a few photos where I was flashing my boobs around strangers moments after failing to force a professional conversation while under the influence.  

Now we’re back: I proceeded with reaching out. I texted him my ideas for Outside Flow and that I wanted to kick off the first episode by documenting BTS for his upcoming show. It took him a week to get back to me, but he blessedly let me in, invited me to his rehearsals, and even went as far as granting me an all access backstage pass at the House of Blues. I captured so much more than I could have imagined or hoped for.

At one of the rehearsals, I felt the need to apologize for my wild behavior at his last show. His response was, “Don’t worry, I don’t remember, we were all gone.”

Thank you Borey aka G Funk Supreme.