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To no one’s surprise, Remy Banks is wearing a Yankee hat.
“I don’t like to brag,” he says, “but when multiple people start telling me stuff, I start to believe it. I start to think… maybe I’m not being cocky. Maybe I will be the one to bring that sound back to the city.”
We’re eating a couple slices in the middle of his city: Forest Hills, Queens, at a place called Dani’s House of Pizza, a pizzeria covered in green ivy that looks, well, like an old house. Before our meet up, the rapper promised me that this is “his spot;” quickly, I learn he’s not exaggerating. Before we enjoy some pie and a few beers, we run into the owner outside and I’m told some embarrassing stories about a teenage version of Remy. After a couple laughs, I vow to keep them off the record and he flashes his signature toothy grin.
This is Remy Banks, a charismatic 26-year-old rapper associated with the rap collective from Queens, World’s Fair, of which he’s often viewed as the leader (although he won’t say that himself). During our conversation, Remy quickly outlines his entire life story: His dad died before he was born, he was raised in Queens, he spent his summers in North Carolina, he’s really good at basketball, he was the only black kid in high school into skateboarding, he always had a diverse set of friends, and he loves to sleep and sometimes takes five hour naps. “I’m just me. I don’t dress like anybody. I don’t act like anybody. I don’t look like anybody. I’m the same person wherever I am—and I’ll still bust your ass on the basketball court,” he says through a laugh.