60 Seconds with MC Goldmountain
MC and founder of the hip-hop collective Hierophat tells us what makes him tick.
Favorite Hong Kong noise: This old man over in Mong Kok who used to sell hardcore porn. He would just sit there and yell, “Category Fours on the fourth floor... Category Fours on the fourth floor...”
Favorite Hong Kong quirk: That I have to pretend I’m a rich kid to get girls.
Listening to: A grab bag of hip-hop, Final Fantasy IX Piano Collections by Nobuo Uematsu, and “Can I get on the guest list?” by people-I’ve-met-briefly-but-act-like-my-best-friend-on-Friday-nights.
In your pocket: A big black marker nicknamed “Compensation Stick,” a Gameboy, smokes, a novelty lighter, a coin purse shaped like a Mexican wrestler’s head, my hopes, my dreams, and a two-inch hole.
Stupidest trend: Eating. That is so played out.
Happiest: I once saw this guy and I was all like “I pity da fool!” But then I realized he had a loving wife, two great kids, lots of money and was handsome to boot. So then I pitied myself. Oh wait, my happiest?
On being an MC: Most people talk out of their ass, so I just rewire my body so it just comes out of my mouth in the first place. For some reason, I get into a “Rainman” mode when I feel the music, and the rhymes just come out.