The Rocks Off 200: Nosaprise, Hurrah! for the Blushing Bridegroom
Welcome to The Rocks Off 200, our portrait gallery of the most compelling profiles and personalities in the far-flung Houston music community -- a lot more than just musicians, but of course they're in there too. See the original Rocks Off 100 at this link.
Searching across the city, it would be difficult to find a nicer and more down-to-Earth gentleman than Nosa Edebor. With a wide smile and an even wider heart, the rapper/bandleader/neighborhood activist can be found opening for national hip-hop acts under his MC name Nosaprise, and with his alt-rock band Screwtape.
Photos by Marco Torres
He also takes every opportunity to provide his support for his friends, family, and community.
Who? "I am called 'Nosaprise" or simply 'Nosa,' and sometimes 'Yung Naija,'" he tells us with a laugh. "I just made that last one up, but I think I'ma keep it. I'm the son of immigrant parents, and grew up on the southwest side of Houston. I began playing in punk bands around the age of 14, then rapping around 16 years old.
"I've always liked to do a lot of different things, so I grew up on a mix of skateboarding, breakdancing, punk rock and hip-hop," Nosa adds.
Home Base: "I'm based in The Heights now, at least that's where I live," he says. "I prefer to keep my music and ideas close to home, but I perform all over. I have been fortunate enough to go on a couple of national tours, mostly through the Southwestern United States and up and down the West Coast."
Why Do You Stay in Houston? "I stay in Houston because this is my city," Nosa figures. "It has so much to offer as far as culture. You can find whatever it is that interests you in Houston. People are friendly, and the opportunity to collaborate with others is always available. And then there's the Mexican food, can't forget that!"
Good War Story: We will let Nosa continue here:
The worst show experience I've ever had wasn't actually at a show. I was on tour in California, and I was running late for sound check to the venue in Los Angeles.
I had to get dressed really quickly, so in a hurry, I pulled the car into the exit of a parking lot, not noticing the WARNING TIRE SPIKE sign. I blew out my front two tires with all of my gear in the car. Long story short, I eventually made it to the show, but I was really, really late and we lost some money getting the tires fixed to get back on the road.
Oh, and then I stepped in a pile of shit that a homeless person left on the sidewalk. Los Angeles is a dirty, dirty place.
Story continues on the next page.