Life & Work with Blvck Wizzle

Today we’d like to introduce you to Blvck Wizzle.

Hi Blvck, please kick things off for us with an introduction to yourself and your story.
My musical journey started at the age of 6. I was playing drums and singing at my grandpa’s church in Seminole Oklahoma until I moved back to Nashville at 7. I played snare in the band at Pearl Cohn High. I started rapping my sophomore year under the name Yung Wizzle in a group called Gang Green Money Boys. After I graduated, I started a group called The Last 3 (TL3).

After a stint as a photographer /videographer, multiple jail visits, failed relationships, and gunshots, I discovered that restoring black music and building a sound for Nashville music was my true purpose. I jumped out as Blvck Wizzle in 2015. Now my picture is hanging in art museums. Shit crazy. Shout out to Six One Tribe and John Jo.

I’m sure you wouldn’t say it’s been obstacle free, but so far would you say the journey has been a fairly smooth road?
Nah. Not at all. Finding myself, exploiting my true talents, and introducing brand new concepts to the art were all monumental feats. Still today, it’s an uphill battle.

From being a hip-hop artist in a town with no infrastructure to being a black guitar player from the ghetto with little guidance. It all makes success that much sweeter. Look at the mountains behind me.

Can you tell our readers more about what you do and what you think sets you apart from others?
I’m a rapper/singer/songwriter/guitarist/marketer/brand owner.

I’m known for all of the above and I specialize in whatever I put my mind to. What sets me apart is my aesthetic/style. I don’t look like anyone. I don’t sound like anyone. My peers try to look and sound like me, jk.

We’d love to hear about any fond memories you have from when you were growing up.
I loved the days before my father died. Being a mini him. Seeing how known and respected he was. With him, it was the time when I was playing my concert snare in the front yard and my dad came outside and complimented me on my playing and that he could tell I’d been practicing.

Or the days when my mom would pick me up and we would ride around the city and do fun things together. I’m grateful for the time she spent sewing into me and my gifts. She taught me how to play spades too. On a serious note, she always knew what was best for me and gave me real insight and morals to navigate with.

Contact Info:

• Instagram: @Blvckwizzlemcm
• Facebook: Blvck wizzle
• Twitter: @Blvckwizzle100
• Youtube: Blvck Wizzle

Image Credits
John Jo