My name is Mitchell and I became a Juggalo in 1999.
I was 14 years old, and “The Amazing Jeckel Brothers” had just been released. I know that because the first time I had ever heard of Insane Clown Posse was in a tv commercial promoting it. I remember it pretty clearly; the voice over said something like, “‘The Amazing Jeckel Brothers,’ the new album from Insane Clown Posse featuring ‘Another Love Song.'” Clips of the “Another Love Song” music video played on the screen, but since Twiztid is part of that video too, I naturally assumed ICP was a whole crew.
MP3s and file sharing were starting to get popular, and since I was always pretty up on game on illegal downloading, I could get most any song that I wanted for free. I thought, “Insane Clown Posse? I wonder what the fuck that is. That is such a crazy sounding thing, I wonder what that could possibly be if I downloaded it right now.”
And then I didn’t. I’m not sure why. But I still remember that moment as the first time I had any interest in Insane Clown Posse. I can honestly say that I have never once hated on ICP in my life. On that very first occasion of having heard of them, I was really just more confused than anything else. But never hating.
A few months later in the 8th grade, a friend of mine showed up at school with a piece of paper he had printed off his computer at his house. The image of “Riddle Box” was at the top of the page and underneath was the text from the booklet. “Time flows like a dark horde, consuming all in its path…” Once again, it was the same feeling I had as when I saw the AJB commercial before. What the fuck is this?
I don’t remember how my homie had explained it at the time, but it didn’t matter. Soon, he brought “The Amazing Jeckel Brothers” CD and a CD player to school. He said I should check it out, so I thought, “Oh yeah, Insane Clown Posse. I’ve been wondering what this shit is.” He picked the track. “Mad Professor”.
“I was never popular this I’ll admit, fuck school. School never liked me, cool.”
From the first line of the first ICP song I ever heard, I felt it. I didn’t know what it was. I didn’t even know there was an “it” to feel. All I knew is that I could relate to this shit. It spoke to me. I was already into hardcore rap and violent video games, and this ICP shit had it ALL. Plus it was hilarious and just crazy as hell. Not to mention how listening to it in school made that first line of “Mad Professor” really hit home.
I looked through the booklet. Action figures? “Big Money Hustla$”? Why is there an ad for a movie in this rap CD case? “Are these real things?” I asked my homie. Yup, they were.
He had already been down a year or two by then, so he knew all the phattest shit that I needed to hear. He would give me song titles and I would go home and download them every day for weeks. I could really only get three or four songs on a good day because of internet speeds at the time, but I was devouring them like crack. After awhile, forget waiting on him to give me song titles; I needed IT ALL. “Southwest Voodoo”. “The Joker’s Wild”. “Fuck Off”. “Bring It On”. “Bugs On My Nugz”. “Cotton Candy”. “Piggy Pie”. “Night Of The Axe”. “House Of Horrors”. “Hokus Pokus”. “Chicken Huntin'”. The list fucking goes on and on and on and on. These are the ICP songs I grew up with.
I had a lot of old shit to catch up on but still had to stay up on the new shit. By now I knew that the other dudes in the “Another Love Song” video were Twiztid, and that “Mostasteless” was hot as fuck. It was getting easier to make websites then, so there were thousand of ICP/Twiztid/Psychopathic websites popping up. It seemed like by the time “Bizzar Bizaar” and “Freek Show” were being promoted, I had already found every piece of information I could possibly pull from the internet about the artists and the Juggalos (mostly from Faygoluvers, who were CRUSHING it even back in the day just as they do now. But I digress).
It made total sense to me that there were so many Juggalos out there. Remember, from the time I first heard “Mad Professor,” I could feel the power. Whatever you wanna call it. ICP calls it The Dark Carnival. I didn’t even know it was a feeling that other fans of this music were feeling, but I still felt it. That’s how you know it’s real. It’s not as if I went in to it trying to connect with some mystical, magical, great Dark Carnival; it just hit me without any warning. The more I found out how many other people were also affected by the Juggalo world, everything started to make more sense. Not just everything about the music, but everything about my life. Everything about all things. It’s a feeling I’ve held on to and cultivated for all these years. I’ve never stopped trying to learn everything I can about ICP and Psychopathic Records, and after so many years of study I thought the right thing to do was contribute in my own way. That’s why I created “The Murder Mayhem Show”.
That’s all this is. A place for fresh Juggalo shit. Anyone interacting with “The Murder Mayhem Show”–either through this website or social media–is encouraged to say whatever the fuck they want. Some Juggalo pages have an unofficial “no hating” policy, but not here. If ICP says or does something you don’t like, then go ahead and hate on it if you want. Psychopathic Records serves the Juggalos, and how else are they gonna know what we want or don’t want unless we say so? That’s the ethos of this page. Just don’t forget this free-speech policy when another Juggalo comes along and tells you to eat a dick!
Look around, find some shit you like, and spread the freshness. Podcasts are updated whenever I feel compelled to talk, because I don’t believe in filler.