[Interview] Borgore Gets Dirty
Asaf Borger, better known as Borgore or daddy if you will, walks into the green room and takes a seat on the couch in front of me. As his bright blue eyes watch me with curiosity, I try to play it cool. “Should I just see if he’d be down for an interview?” I nervously ask my friend working backstage. We go back and forth on how to best approach the situation, and I finally decide to take the plunge because this is what I came for.
I take a seat next to him and without even making small talk get straight to the point: "I write for Bullet Music, and I wanted to know if I could interview you after your set.” He smirks and responds, “Let’s do it right now.”
At 16 years old, I vividly remember begging my mom to let me go to a Borgore concert at The Masquerade. She said no – prom was the next night and a respectable young lady shouldn’t be out of the house all weekend, the year was 2012. Since then, my taste in music has evolved from dubstep to techno and deep house, but every now and then the basshead in me comes out to play.
Borgore came into the scene in 2009 with the release of Gorestep: Vol 1 and lashed back at his critics with Borgore Ruined Dubstep Pt. 1 and Borgore Ruined Dubstep Pt. 2. The first time I heard “Nympho” in 2010 I literally had to Google “define: nympho” because I was so young and clueless.
Despite losing interest in the genre, I never lost interest in Borgore’s ridiculous music. There was something so appealing to me about how he combined nasty rap with nasty bass. However, he’s garnered a bit of a messy reputation in the electronic music community for his misogynistic lyrics. It got so bad that he was labeled “The Most Hated Man in EDM” and tried to do damage control by talking to Buzzfeed to explain that he really “Fucking Loves Women.”
I guess you could say I’m a feminist with an odd sense of humor though, because to me there’s something very comedic about him rapping ridiculous shit like “All these bitches wanna lick my ice cream” right before the beat drops. I always thought he was making fun of himself and society as opposed to just being an asshole. Borgore allowed me to indulge in a guilty pleasure – I might not have been allowed to go out, but I sure as hell could enjoy some dirty tracks in the comfort of my headphones.
I finally got to see him live at Imagine Music Festival this past August, and although I wasn’t particularly impressed with his music selection, when I heard his old tracks, I rapped all of the lyrics and danced my ass off.
Liquified brought Safe in Sound to the Atlanta Coliseum. The venue, formerly known as Wild Bills, was remodeled and has since then hosted a range of different events like Above and Beyond for Halloween. I can’t quite place my finger on what it is about the space, but something about it makes you feel like you’re in a tent at a festival, not just some random warehouse outside of the perimeter. As I walked around the venue taking in the crowd I saw cool totems, people in crazy costumes, finger gloves, hoops, all of the basic EDM staples, and a very hyped up crowd of over 3,500 people.
I came in around 11:00 p.m. and caught the end of Rain Man’s set, and then saw Must Die!. Snails went on after and had me jumping up and down, waving my arms around like the PLUR baby I was back in high school. Lots of womp-womp-womp and heavy bass sprinkled with sick rap songs and hip-hop beats.
After bouncing around the packed Coliseum, I took a seat in the green room and waited for Borgore to arrive for his set. Backstage was a shit show packed with rowdy people and rowdy antics. When he got in just 15 minutes before he was set to go on stage, I took my shot.
He spoke with a heavy Israeli accent and seemed a lot quieter and reserved than what I had expected. When I asked if he liked Atlanta, he responded that it’s amazing because “it’s like the capital of music.” Although he usually plays more rap and hip-hop here, tonight he was just going to see what the vibe felt like. I asked about his hatred for techno, and he explained that it’s too simple for him, “It’s all kick, snare eight minutes, copy paste.”
He grew up listening to jazz and metal, so dubstep allows him to create complex music that requires him to be an engineer of sounds. “Some songs that I listen to, I’m like ‘how the fuck did that 17-year-old just make this fucking song?’ If I go home, I will have to spend like a week or two trying to make what he just did.”
Less than five minutes into our interview, his manager comes into the dressing room and tells him he needs to hurry because his set begins in three minutes. Borgore apologizes and runs out of the room to get ready, and I come out slightly embarrassed that I had almost made him late.
Someone lectured me for not asking his tour manager permission to interview him, and I apologized profusely but was excited to catch his show. I watched from the sidelines as Borgore delivered an odd set mixed with staples like “Nympho” and “Cinema,” but also random tracks like “Wiggle” and “Heathens.” Security kept on running to the front of the stage to make sure girls didn't try to jump up, but everyone was trying to prepare for the inevitable moment when Borgore would chant “all ass on stage.”
As soon as he did, it was a fucking stampede. There was a girl in a tiny tank top grinding up on him as he tried to control the boards, there were girls dancing with no pants on, and there was even a few guys up there living the dream. I personally fell in love with two girls in black body suits twerking like it was their job. #BootyForBorgore was in full effect.
When he finished his set, he signed a couple of bare cheeks and took pictures with fans. It was 2:30 a.m. and his job here was done. I jokingly told him he still owed me an interview, and when he very kindly agreed to finish, I made sure to get the thumbs up from his manager.
As I set up my phone to begin recording, he was laughing at the madness on stage, complaining about how some girl wouldn’t get off of him. I asked him, “Isn’t that kind of what you put out though?” and he quickly responded, “No, no no! Girls come to me thinking this is what I want, this is the complete opposite.”
“I like chicks with dignity, well, self-respect. Yo, think about it, in my first songs, ‘when we are in public, look hard to get, dress fucking classic,’” he explains, quoting “Act Like a Ho” one of his first tracks. The irony.
“I’m weird as fuck in bed, but like-“ I interrupt him asking, “In public you have to keep it together?” and he responds, “Yeah, in public keep it together.” Here is a man whose Instagram is full of pictures of him next to girl’s asses, but he wants to make sure his girlfriend is a lady.
As for what he wants girls to do when they come on stage he says, “They can do whatever they want. That’s the beauty of it. Some girls make you want to work for it, some girls come on stage, and they have a boyfriend, and they will never fucking touch you. It’s not about coming on stage, it’s the vibe.”
When I ask him what he thinks about Atlanta girls, he says, “Some of the best girls I’ve ever seen, and also I love the Southern hospitality.” He goes on to tell me that the Hooters waitress he had earlier that night made him nervous because she was so attractive.
We talked about Atlanta strip clubs, and he calls Magic City like Cirque du Solei. “The girls are doing tricks that blew my mind. It’s an art. Magic City isn’t about lap dances or getting your dick hard. It’s about going to listen to the newest, firest songs while watching girls doing the impossible.”
So there you have it kiddos, daddy wants a respectable woman who will play hard to get and listen to fire tracks with him at Magic City.