DeLorean’s Joyful Juxtapositions Shine on ‘Grace’

Look, don’t ever question your destiny // I know there’s somebody up there blessing me // cause I don’t know these psalms by heart // but sure read these words in the dark so carefully. — DeLorean, “I’m Me”

Sunday evening, July 1, 2012: That’s the moment that things first began to really feel like they were moving in the right direction.

After spending the better part of two years building up his name in the city, DeLorean, a southern rap underground dynamo who has built up a devout fan base by displaying an almost unreal ability to turn trivial moments into profound examinations, was waiting backstage at Warehouse Live in Houston. Among the nest of other backstagers alongside him was Slim Thug, Paul Wall, Big Sant, Big K.R.I.T., more, so on, etc. Out front, several hundred people were crammed into the room, sweating and swaying and grinding their way through the opening acts. And they were all there — everyone, all of them, the people and the famous rappers — to see him. His head was spinning. And then the show started. And then his head rolled right-the-fuck off his shoulders.

“When Bun B came out and introduced me,” he says, sitting in a seafood restaurant in Houston picking at a lunchtime sampler platter priced like it’s dinnertime, “I was like…” — he opens his eyes extra big and lets his mouth fall open. Then he laughs.

“A lot of people think that was planned. It wasn’t. I was as surprised as everyone else. I grew up here. For Bun to introduce you at a rap show … like, I couldn’t believe it was happening.”

He stops for a moment to tend to his two-year-old daughter, sitting next to him, eating macaroni and cheese in maybe the most adorable manner that anyone has ever eaten macaroni and cheese. Eighteen inches from her face is a younger version of it, tattooed on DeLorean’s right shoulder/bicep.

“I was rapping in high school just for fun,” he recalls. “I had all of these people telling me and my dad how good I was. ’Aw, man. By the time you’re a senior you’re gonna be famous!’ Everyone was saying that. I thought that’s how it was gonna happen. That was a long time ago. That concert — I’ll always remember it. It was crazy.”

The show was magnanimous. DeLorean, so amped at the fruition, performed with such fury and tenacity that by the end of the show he sat folded over on the ledge of the stage, rendered immovable by exhaustion, surrounded by people offering praise. It was the DeLorean moment his high school peers had promised him.

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