David Luther

...for Blogger. Thanks, I had a very good time here. The story continues on DavidLuther.com. Hope to see you there!

- David

Just in case you were wondering: yes, I was busy the last couple of days, and I wasn't the only one. Boardstein-Klaas and Ben Wes were busy as well. Busy on what? You'll see that tomorrow. At least I hope so.

I was supposed to do a phoner interview with M1 (Dead Prez), but first they postponed it from tuesday to thursday, and when they finally called on thursday it was 10.30pm or something (8.30pm was the planned time) and my recorder stalled on me, so I had to pass that one. No interview. Bummer.

Last monday Knauf took me to the studio, were I was happy to witness the success that Laas MC has made in the last years. He has gone from a skateboard-kid (that was when I met him years ago in Bielefeld) to a mind-boggling rapper. He's in the process of recording and writing like a maniac, so you can expect some good stuff for your headphones this year. I know my headphones can't wait to pump that shit... I am really, really impressed. Laas has wit, a unique style and everything else he needs... I just hope people will see that as well, but at the same time I'm not worried, because I know they will.

Back to being busy... Morgen, Kinder, wird's was geben... Die Welt wird sich vielleicht nicht gerade bewegen, aber immerhin bin ich dann Blogger los...

...bidder wins. And someone just offered more than you.

Just kidding.

Seven days left. And I'm not talking eBay here.

Good morning (or whatever...)!

What a strange weekend that was. Strange, but a lot of fun. Unfortunately some of the Skaters at the Boardstein Benefiz Jam(mer) kind of lost the thought, that skateboarding is supposed to be fun in the first place, on the way to Mühlhausen, and once there, they started to act like maniacs. It got slightly aggressive here and there, as if there were a million bucks to skate for. Needless to say there were no millions involved. Kids, calm down, please. And even though I love to pick my nose - after a weekend in Mühlhausen even I think it's disgusting how much black snot a single nostril can produce. Apart from that and some glitches in the organisation department (sorry Bartosz and Team Freedom, again) it was a very relaxed weekend with a lot of beer, more skateboarding, loud punk fuckin' rock (some teams even skated with their "own" live band - SICK!!) and ... Well ... Almost everything one needs to have a good time. Thanks a million to Klaas, Arne, Thorsten, and everybody else who was involved - I hope you got some money out of it, and I hope even more that you guys are doing it again. There's a no-alcohol-policy for announcers and judges at almost every other competition, so I enjoyed getting shitfaced while trying to talk straight a lot. Great times.

We got out of Mühlhausen at 7.20pm yesterday and I had to drop off Keno Ringering in Aurich so he wouldn't miss school today. Mühlhausen to Aurich, that's a little over 430km with roughly 100km non-highway roads (that means no metal near the pedal). Nevertheless we made the way in a little more than 3 hours (C-Class Benz Coupé, olé), and after dropping Keno off it took us another three hours to get to Hamburg, because it started snowing and freezing over when we entered Aurich. No metal near the pedal, again, but at least we managed to stay on the road. We saw a couple of cars that weren't so lucky - 40km before Hamburg there had been an accident involving at least four cars and the same amount of huge trucks. There were cars flipped over by the side of the road and the whole scenery stretched out for what seemed to be a whole mile. I just hope that type of shit doesn't ever happen to me. I'd hate finding myself on sudden ice while doing 220km/h... It's just not the thing I want to experience. I hope you steer clear of that as well.

Have a nice week. And, oh yeah, go here and do something good for my bank account, because there's some serious camera gear I want/need to purchase. If you don't want to do that, and you're sitting on a bill I wrote you... Well... Pay that bitch. It's the best way to shut me up. I know I write dumb shit that no one is supposed to know sometimes, but usually this has no special motivation. If I have a special motivation, then I'm down to harm as well. Don't get me there.

Again, have a nice week.

Do I have time? Not really. It looked like I had some this afternoon, but guess what I did with it? Nothing but bollocks. Look here.

Oh yes. At it again, after some dude named Dr$Beam (nowadays he calls himself redesigned-in-germany) spoiled all the fun for me (he bought everything I had on auction with a fake account "chingchangchong" in december, trying to make me look like someone bad to deal with). A really sick mind. According to the list of his customers he shouldn't be around eBay at all, but whatever. If he decides to do this again I'll just split his wig next time I am in Bielefeld.

Have a nice evening... And I hope to see you in Mühlhausen this weekend. That'll be one big party - and headaches I'm already afraid of. Very afraid.

Threshold Magazine? Transfire Skateboarding? Some folks don't know when to stop. Should I laugh or cry about this?

You can, too.

I knew it was coming. I wasn't too sure whether it was the 14th or the 16th, but I knew that my man Naschold would have his birthday this month. And then... He still had to remind me. That was yesterday, the 16th. So, sorry Ingo, that was Murphy's fuckin' law once again. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Since I can't hand out a present personally, I'll just hope you haven't been here yet. Everyone else: go bat some animals for Ingo.

The track you should get is called "Stimulate", it's by Eminem, and was released on "The Shady Aftermath Sampler". It's easier to hear and read along than just to read.

Happy hunting!

...the Osiris Winter Open 2004 in Aurich this last weekend. And they did a damn good job. Not only Eastpak of course, but everyone involved. There has never been a faster and better organized competition in this country. Okay, it was "only" 60 riders on saturday, but who cares? The skating was good, the party was fun, the organization was simply perfect... Nothing more to ask for, except maybe one thing: that bitchy-ass receptionist at the "Hotel Stadt Aurich" should be fired and left to rot. If you're ugly you should at least be friendly, and it's just not an option to treat hotel-guests like outlaws, bums, or little children.

Whaddup Gause, thanks for finally putting that picture up. Here's some nice lil' rumours for y'all to chuckle at... Is it true that SUKVB GVWLE IVHADV forced WIWBCCO PIWMVC to FSUVGHVBOEV? I don't know. RKUGB SLVH ÖDVKN? I don't know. Is T-Mag still married? I don't know that either. Is it true that HABLA BANANA ARF ARF about that, because NAAAAAAK basically is a joke on legs? I... could imagine that. Is it true that Anders Tellen (head honcho of, and father to Process Skateboards) and his beloved wife Miri quit their jobs?? You better believe it, because that's true. It is now widely rumoured that BARFKLABAAA will be facing major changes. One thing is for sure: it's still interesting as hell. No disrespect to my boys YEEHAW and YOOOHOOOOO in Stuttgart, but... What about realizing THATUSELESSTHING not as skateboarding-based show, but as a soap opera instead? Like... "How are they gonna fuck up today? Who will be fired? Who is going to be fed up? And are they really making that dishwasher team-manager?" I'd certainly watch it, and everyone I discussed this idea with said they would, too! Hey, it's the one thing missing on german TV after all - a skateboarding-soap. You may buy this idea off me.

(Slightly changed to protect a couple of jobs and world peace. I didn't mean to scare you... Pussies. Nevertheless, you should keep your eyes open for other sources of income - that's always a good idea. And thank God the allmighty that the BILD-Zeitung doesn't give a shit about skateboarding. There's still stuff missing in germany, y'know? I might be no Captain Blaubaer, but should you ever read the words I DON'T KNOW... Then it probably means that I simply don't know. I usually mean it when I type it. So, no shooting, just some questions. This is supposed to entertain, I never claimed to be the nine o'clock news. Look further below and if you can, get the track.)

Let's play ball. Have a nice week!

Eastpak presents Osiris Winter Open, Aurich, Germany
1. Chris Pfanner - 244 Points
2. Fabian Neugebauer - 242 Points
3. Holger von Krosigk - 241 Points
4. Tobias Albert - 237 Points
5. Jo Lorenz - 236 Points

That's a whopping 8 points difference between 1st and 5th place. They should have shared the money, it was just so close. No one topped Michael Mackrodt's final run of the C.O.S. Cup last year though. That was a once-in-a-lifetime view. Sorry, Keno Ringering, you got 8th place, and I think you got ripped off, but there's always at least one who gets burned.

6. Damir Gregur (DJ Mimi)
7. Alexander Kuhn
8. Keno Ringering
9. Thomas Lengenfelder
10. Danny Sommerfeld


Listen Now! -
Psst..
Hey, Listen
I love my job
It makes me feel like... superman
Can you fly?
I can
Wanna see?

[Chorus]
I'm only entertaining you my
Goal is to stimulate making you high
And take you and I, to a place that you can't see
But I believe you can fly
I don't mean nobody harm, I'm just partying
I'm not your dad, not your mom, not your guardian
Just a man whos on the mic, so let me... entertain you

[Verse 1]
My lyrical content is constantly undefined
No wonder why I constantly bomb back
To combat attacks with constant concepts
From lyrics constantly took out of context
Failure to communicate with congresses
Been a problem for the longest I guess but
Maybe one day we can make some progress
Food for thought see how long it takes to digest
Feeling good when I should be ashamed
Shit, I really should've fell when I stood
See I came like a flame in the night
Like a ghost in the dark, there's a ray, there's a light
There's a hope there's a spark
But when planets collide, they'll never see eye to eye
Until they decide to set the differences aside
And this is why only one of us will survive
So children, follow my lead and feel the vibe because

[Chorus x1]

[Verse 2]
My music can be slightly amusing
You shouldn't take lyrics so serious
It might be confusing
Trying to seperate the truth from entertainment
It's stupid ain't it?
I get sick of trying to explain it
See I can sit and argue with you but it goes beyond
Just being a snot, pointy nosed, bleached blonde
Cuz' I came here to uplift let your woes be gone
Tell em' to get fucked and just mosey on
Constantly movin' constantly using the constitution
As a form of restitution
Bless the children, nothing less than brilliant
Let me entertain you like Robbie Williams
I'll be here when y'all are gone re-building
We're all revolving, still evolving, still Slim
How many kids will cop me?
Probably millions
But Im'a do this as a fuckin' hobby till then...

[Chorus X1]

[Verse 3]
My lyrical content contains subject matter
That sucks up all these fucked up young kids
Out of a long and great common denominate
Add it up and you'll see thats why I dominate
I try to stimulate but kids imulate
And mimmick ever move you make
"Slim you're great"
But wait, can't you see im only here to entertain?
I gotta be the one to go against the grain
Cuz man, I see it, feel it, live it
But its inhumane for me to see you be influenced
And pretend you ain't
But they don't understand that i've been through pain
If you get to know me I can be a friend you gain
But you can't just stand there and try to touch
It hurts but your jealousy probably tears you up inside as much
And its such a pleasure every button that I touch
I treasure every glutton that I punish in my lust
But i'm

[Chorus X1]

Jo did it. They want her, and she's thrilled of course. So, if you kept your fingers crossed for her, thank you.

Another thank you goes to America. Yes, you read this just right. Thank you America. What for? Well... It was just small news in Bild-Zeitung last week, and not too many people have noticed it, so I'll tell you. German viewers of the german TV-Station Viva eventually know Joachim Deutschland... He hosts some whack-ass show that sometimes dabbles in Skateboarding, too. Homeboy is a pain in the ass, dumb as fuck, and seriously no fun to watch. Turns out that we don't have to watch him no more. He skipped military... Fled his duty... Ran from the army to hide in Munich three years ago or something. If you're gonna desert from US-troops, the last thing you want to do is go back to the States. Joachim was dumb enough to do exactly that, and was arrested upon his arrival in the US. Isn't that funny? There seems to be a god, after all. A good one.

More thanks go to Joni and Osiris, as they have hooked me up with my first job as an announcer 2004. The place-to-be this weekend (Feb.14th/15th) will be Aurich, Ostfriesland, the reason for this is the Osiris Winter Open. Be there, or punch yourself in the nose. Same amount of thanks goes to Klaas and the Boardstein-Posse for hooking me up with my second job as an announcer this year next weekend (Feb. 21st/22nd) in Muehlhausen/Thueringen. I'm a little giddy, because it's my third time in nine months in Muehlhausen (great audience), and those Skateparks (Aurich and Muehlhausen) currently share the title of "The Best Indoor-Skatepark There Is". I couldn't say which one is better, they're both better than everything I've ever seen. Fun times coming up. And no Joachim D. around to spoil it for me. 2004 is a good year.

Your fingers, that is. Right at this very hour, Jo is talking about her future at Jung von Matt. You go, girl!! I hope this works out.

Murphy is back. You know Murphy, right? He's the one responsible for your vanished car, when you're in a hurry. He's also responsible for a lot of other shit, in fact he is so responsible, they even gave him his own law. It seemed like he was on holiday, but this morning he returned, and he came back to work with a vengeance. Jo wanted to be in the office by 8am, and usually she walks there. She grabbed her iPod to find it wasn't working, so she decided to take my car - I was still asleep. At around 8 I woke up because someone came back into our place, and that someone was panting and - obviously - in a hurry. A second later Jo stood in our room, tears running down her cheeks, heavy breath and all that, and she basically looked not too happy. "My iPod didn't work", she explained, "so I took your car, and now that's broken down as well!" Turns out the car had died on her in the middle of the Reeperbahn, blocking one lane (I could see it standing there from my window, plus I looked just in time to see the cops pull up). I got dressed, called ADAC, and went to see what was wrong. The officers were waiting for us, and they were very friendly and patient. Jo was let go, and as soon as she was out of hearing range, one cop raised an eyebrow, looked at her walking away, then looked at me again and said:

"Fuel?"

It was like straight out of a movie. So cliché, I didn't know whether to laugh, or to punch him in the face. What I did know, however, was: he might be damn right. I got into the car to check it out, and, of course, right he was. So the cops pushed my car around the next corner (much to my dismay, because I didn't have a camera on me), I got some fuel and went on my journey to find a new parking spot. That is a real task these days, but it worked out fine. What a way to start a day... Especially for Jo. This is her day after all. I'll go back to crossing my fingers now.

Oh, one more thing. Found myself in tears yesterday, too, after I suddenly had to think about Jan Richter (R.i.P. Bro), and how much I miss him. He's been absent for over a year now, but his picture on my mind is as vivid as ever. Actually I was thinking about the Splash!-Festival 2004, and how they want to top last year's extravaganza, when I remembered the shout-out the Phlatline-Crew gave him at last years festival. Next thing I knew, I was crying like a baby. Anyone in Chemnitz reading this - I won't make it to Chemnitz too soon, so please do visit his grave, put a small stone on that, and tell him I said "Whassup!". As long as he's not forgotten, he's not dead, so let the spirit live.

The next drink is all yours.

Cleptomanicx, thanks a bunch!!

Your fingers, that is. Right at this very hour, Jo is talking about her future at Jung von Matt. You go, girl!! I hope this works out.

Murphy is back. You know Murphy, right? He's the one responsible for your vanished car, when you're in a hurry. He's also responsible for a lot of other shit, in fact he is so responsible, they even gave him his own law. It seemed like he was on holiday, but this morning he returned, and he came back to work with a vengeance. Jo wanted to be in the office by 8am, and usually she walks there. She grabbed her iPod to find it wasn't working, so she decided to take my car - I was still asleep. At around 8 I woke up because someone came back into our place, and that someone was panting and - obviously - in a hurry. A second later Jo stood in our room, tears running down her cheeks, heavy breath and all that, and she basically looked not too happy. "My iPod didn't work", she explained, "so I took your car, and now that's broken down as well!" Turns out the car had died on her in the middle of the Reeperbahn, blocking one lane (I could see it standing there from my window, plus I looked just in time to see the cops pull up). I got dressed, called ADAC, and went to see what was wrong. The officers were waiting for us, and they were very friendly and patient. Jo was let go, and as soon as she was out of hearing range, one cop raised an eyebrow, looked at her walking away, then looked at me again and said:

"Fuel?"

It was like straight out of a movie. So cliché, I didn't know whether to laugh, or to punch him in the face. What I did know, however, was: he might be damn right. I got into the car to check it out, and, of course, right he was. So the cops pushed my car around the next corner (much to my dismay, because I didn't have a camera on me), I got some fuel and went on my journey to find a new parking spot. That is a real task these days, but it worked out fine. What a way to start a day... Especially for Jo. This is her day after all. I'll go back to crossing my fingers now.

Oh, one more thing. Found myself in tears yesterday, too, after I suddenly had to think about Jan Richter (R.i.P. Bro), and how much I miss him. He's been absent for over a year now, but his picture on my mind is as vivid as ever. Actually I was thinking about the Splash!-Festival 2004, and how they want to top last year's extravaganza, when I remembered the shout-out the Phlatline-Crew gave him at last years festival. Next thing I knew, I was crying like a baby. Anyone in Chemnitz reading this - I won't make it to Chemnitz too soon, so please do visit his grave, put a small stone on that, and tell him I said "Whassup!". As long as he's not forgotten, he's not dead, so let the spirit live.

The next drink is all yours.

I know some celebrities that should experience the exact same treatment.

You know how stuff is sometimes less funny when you're drunk? I know it's usually the other way around (if you're a happy drunk who used the whiter Schnappses), but sometimes I become cynical. Very cynical. I'll give an example: I got to look at a book yesterday which was supposed to have funny quotes in them. Here's one:

"Being bald in the rain sucks. It's like taking a shower with your foreskin pulled back." (Name of quoter is being held hostage to protect the uncircumcised.)

This statement allows various conclusions:
A) Homeboy has a fucking long foreskin he may eventually use as a cape.
B) His collegues sometimes tease him as "penis" when his glistening head walks in.
C) Are you washing yourself at all? Ew!
D) When done with the shower, he sells cheese.

Yuck.

Offended? My bad. Entertained? My pleasure. I stopped smoking weed (again), so you better give me no chance to comment on anything (meaning: don't move, and don't try to pass out "funny" quotes either), because I'm evil and I will crush it. There were some more quotes, but I can't remember them exactly. I doubt that I'll get my hands on that book again any time soon, so... Oh, well. Some were bad, others were just not good. One or two were funny.

Which balls, anyway?? Balls to use the name Hitler all the time? Is that funny? Tell you what it is: it's DISGUSTING. Those balls - if they are real at all - should shrink out of existence as soon as possible, along with the joke of a penis they hang on to.

Have a nice day!

Hi there!

Sorry for the lagging, I've been pretty busy typing that funky Cypress Hill shit. I forgot to present a pretty hilarious link. That should keep you busy for a little while.

Later!

So. Nachdem mir der Text jetzt drei Male verloren gegangen ist, nun hoffentlich endlich D.L. in L.A. ... Und wenn Blogger jetzt sämtliche Umlaute in Fragezeichen umwandelt, tut's mir Leid - ich habe keine Zeit mehr, die Cypress-Texte wollen geschrieben werden. Viel Vergnügen trotzdem.

Samstag, 31.1.2004
21.25 Uhr sagt das Zeiteisen, aber vor meinem Fenster ist es ein heller Sommernachmittag (sieht man von ca. -50°C Außentemperatur ab). Vor einigen Stunden - gegen 14.30Uhr - hat dieses Fenster vom Pariser Flughafen Charles De Gaulle abgehoben und in einigen Stunden wird es - hoffentlich - in Los Angeles landen. Die 747 ist bis auf zwei Plätze voll besetzt und weder Reise-Nackenkissen, noch reichlich Musike aus dem iPod, noch die sterbenslangweiligen Filme (dabei gibt es aus Frankreich doch gute Filme, Air France, was geht??), noch Michael Moores Buch(!) können es hier weniger langweilig oder mehr bequem machen. Ich will außerdem schon gar keine Kippen mehr - irgendwas, was qualmt und stinkt, reicht völlig. Filter sind doch Kinderkram.

Ja, ich schreibe gerade bewusst auf Deutsch. Was hier zu lesen ist, kam mir auf Deutsch in den Sinn, und so gebe ich das dann auch weiter. Seltsam... Hab lange nicht mehr so geschrieben, ohne Sinn und Ziel. Ist vielleicht auch nicht ganz leicht zu glauben, aber ich schreibe nicht gerne. Ich muss mich zwingen. Dass ich von alleine einen Text mit so vielen "Ichs" verfasse passiert doch eher selten und ist mir auch gar nicht sympathisch, aber wenn ich mich über Sachen aufrege oder mich etwas beschäftigt, dann, ja, dann schreibe ich das auf. Das ist ein Ventil. Auch ein Ventil für Ärger über mich selber. Ich werde jetzt mich jetzt nicht über miese Charaktereigenschaften auslassen (ich find's auch gar nicht schlimm, dass ich so gerne in der Nase bohre und vorschnell Urteile fälle), sondern will beim Schreiben bleiben.

Schreib' doch mal ein Buch!

Ja Herrgottsackzement, das ist ARBEIT! Aber richtig! Und worüber schreiben, worüber sich den Kopf zerbrechen, weshalb verzweifeln? Ich meine, nicht, dass ich das nicht will... Oder... Will ich das echt? Klar. Klar, also, ja... Sicher! Okay, ich schreibe ein Buch. Und - immer noch - worüber? Ach, fuck, ich hasse schreiben.

Vielleicht passt ja irgendwann alles, so wie bisher irgendwie immer alles an seinen Platz gefallen ist, und das Buch fällt mir in den Schoß? In dem Fall träume ich einfach mal weiter, denn das haben Die Fantastischen Vier schon vor Jahren geklärt:

"Denn es wird kein Punkt kommen an dem alles passt.
Kein Punkt an dem du weißt, dass du es jetzt geschafft hast!
Du musst zurück, zurück...
Zurück, zurück zu dir!
Warum bist du hier?
Was hast du im Visier?
Hey ich rate dir:
NICHTS!
Hey, wie könnte ich es wagen dir etwas zu sagen? Willst du Klarheit musst du schon dich selber fragen."

Danke. Es sieht nämlich so aus, dass mir immer mal Fetzen zu einem Buch einfallen, ich nur leider das große Bild dazu nicht sehen kann - das würde helfen. Und da ärgere ich mich natürlich über jedes einzelne Mal, bei dem ich eine Idee nicht aufgeschrieben habe - und das ist so ungefähr jedes Mal. Eine Menge Ärger. Warum schreibe ich nicht auf? Weil ich bei Liedtexten nicht mitkomme und bei Ideen für ein Buch eine Stimme in meinem Hinterkopf sagt: "Diese tolle Formulierung fällt dir wieder ein, wenn du über die Situation schreibst."

Pustekuchen!

Eine Idee lebt ziemlich genau zehn Minuten, wenn sie dann nicht aufgeschrieben ist, wink ihr noch mal zu, denn du wirst sie höchstwahrscheinlich nicht wieder sehen. Lange Rede, kurzer Sinn:

Schreib.

22 Uhr ist es jetzt in Hamburg, ein Uhr Mittags in Los Angeles. Wir fliegen noch mindestens drei Stunden. Und ich habe noch nie so wenig Lust auf Fliegen gehabt... Früher war das witzig und interessant, selbst bei so Marathon-Flügen wie nach L.A. oder Kapstadt, aber jetzt... Jetzt könnten sie echt langsam mal 'nen Teleporter erfinden. Jo sitzt jetzt gerade mit ihrer Cousine und ganz vielen anderen Leuten bei Cuneo und sie feiern Cousine Katrins Geburtstag. Ich vermisse Jo so sehr... Vor ziemlich genau 12 Stunden haben wir uns voneinander verabschiedet und ich habe echte Probleme mich mit dem Gedanken anzufreunden, dass es bis zum Wiedersehen noch vier lange Tage dauern soll. Seltsam, ne? Kennt mich jemand so? Ich mich auch nicht.

Fuck. Jetzt habe ich gedacht, schreiben würde mir die Zeit vertreiben und stattdessen macht es mich depressiv. Ich HASSE Schreiben. Und Schreiberlinge gleich mit. Mit mir im Flieger sind noch zwei weitere Journalisten mit Cypress Hill Auftrag... Der eine ist Marke Müslifan/Beschwerer, und bei ihm hatte ich ja schon gehofft, dass er in Paris eingeschlafen war - zumindest sah es so aus, als ich in die Maschine stieg. Müsli (so nenne ich ihn jetzt einfach mal) gehört irgendwie zu der Sorte Menschen, die in der Schule immer sofort aufs Maul bekommen haben - wenn sie es denn mal aufbekamen. Er schreibt für so hochinteressante Magazine wie zum Beispiel Piranha (WOM?) und King Music (Burger King), und deren Stil finde ich ja mal richtig Klasse, dementsprechend hoch ist meine Meinung von ihm im Moment... Der andere schreibt für die Juice und scheint ein netter Kerl zu sein. Is' klar, für seine Arbeitgeber kann man ja nix. Ich muss trotzdem noch mal "Sell Out Samy" anstimmen, wenn er in der Nähe ist. Die Reaktion interessiert mich.

(Nachtrag so dazwischen: Joe (Juice) und Steffen (Müsli) waren supercool und ich habe eine sehr gute Zeit mit denen gehabt. Echt eine Menge Spaß. Langeweile und seltsame Menschenmassen machen mich jedoch böse, deshalb bitte ich, den Ausbruch zu entschuldigen - hab's nicht so gemeint. You guys rule.)

Und wenn ich jetzt nicht Pissen müsste, würde das Gebrabbel hier nie aufhören. Schade, dabei ging es gerade ans Dissen. Na ja, immerhin sind wir schon wieder über Festland, bei einem Unglück wird also nicht ertrunken. USA, juhu. Land of the free, home of the brave.

Now that's a good one: first, they snatch all the old Nazis from Germany and put them to Florida, make them work for NSA, the CIA, Immigration, ADAC or the Secret Service, and then they make sure smoking is forbidden everywhere in this country. Very free, very brave. Indeed not.

Verdammt, immer noch vier Tage. Zu Hause isses gleich Mitternacht. Noch mindestens zwei Stunden Flug. Ich könnte Kotzen.

10.45pm L.A./ 07.45 HH... Endlich ins Bett. Dieser Samstag war etwas über 24 Stunden lang und mein Gleichgewichtssinn spielt mir inzwischen Streiche - es fühlt sich permanent an, als sei ich auf hoher See auf nem Boot... Oder bei reichlich Seegang bis zum Hals im Wasser. Nicht gerade angenehm. Die zwei Stunden Wartezeit in der Schlange zur Immigration hätten auch nicht sein müssen, aber Murphy war mit seinen Gesetzen in der Maschine und so standen wir natürlich am Ende in den langsamsten Schlangen. Dann noch 30 Minuten Bus zur Autovermietung und noch eine knappe Stunde vom Flughafen nach... Wo bin ich jetzt? Burbank. Nördlich von Hollywood, also hinter dem Hügel mit den berühmten Buchstaben, irgendwo... Gute Nacht.

Sonntag, 1. Februar 2004
Zeitwechsel, denn eigentlich ist es gerade schon Montag Morgen und ich kann einfach nicht mehr pennen.

Gestern haben wir erst mal Hollywood unsicher gemacht, einen Markt am Sunset Boulevard und einen Flohmarkt Ecke Melrose und Fairfax besucht, ein, zwei Sachen gekauft, Steffen AKA Müsli hat noch einen Interviewtermin mit Tears For Fears gehabt, währenddessen sind Joe (eigentlich Hans Joachim) und ich den uninteressanteren, östlichen Teil der Melrose rauf und runter marschiert. Ich habe noch nie so viele Rolls Royce (darunter auch den neuen "Phantom", der mal gar nicht klar geht) auf so engem Raum gesehen. Oh ja, ein brennendes Auto in einer Seitenstraße stand auch noch auf dem Programm. War ein entspannter Sonntag, der dann Abends mit dem Finale des Superbowl sein Ende fand. Ich habe ja keine Ahnung von American Football, aber dass das spannend war, habe sogar ich begriffen. Supergeile Werbungen, so etwas würde ich gerne öfter im deutschen TV sehen... Na ja, größtenteils. Die Werbungen für Telekom und Deutsche Bank waren Deutsch, sprich: Scheiße. Nein, den Zwischenfall von Justin und Janet haben wir nicht gesehen. Große Diskussion hier in den Staaten. Sehr witzig.

Gar nicht witzig dagegen die gecancelten Flüge in die Staaten - wir haben wohl den letzten Flug aus Paris erwischt, bevor die US-Geheimdienste verkündeten, dass auf Flüge der Air France und British Airways Anschläge mit biologischen Waffen geplant seien. Ich bin früher wirklich gerne geflogen, aber die Tage sind wohl endgültig vorbei. Das mag jetzt leicht paranoid klingen, aber seit ich in Hamburg wohne, denke ich mehr über Extremisten und deren Taten nach. Es ist mir einfach bewusster geworden, dass Israel ja eigentlich gar nicht so weit weg ist... Man geht nichts Böse ahnend in ein Café und wird gesprengt. Niemand würde beispielsweise irgendetwas in Münster in die Luft jagen - wen würde das schon interessieren? Also, außer Münsteranern? Klar, so ganz unbemerkt würde das nicht bleiben, aber die Landungsbrücken in Schutt und Asche zu legen, wäre einiges eindrucksvoller, oder nicht? So oder so muss ich allerdings sagen, dass ich zwar Angst vor biologischen Waffen habe (vor allen Dingen, wenn die mit mir in einem Flugzeug sind), dass mir aber eine andere, noch gar nicht richtig diskutierte Waffe viel mehr Sorgen macht: TV in Amerika. Das ist mentale Kriegsführung, aber in vollem Gange. Hier bekommt ein ganzes Volk eine Gehirnwäsche vom Allerfeinsten verpasst... Das im Detail zu erklären geht an dieser Stelle nicht (ich tippe auf meinem Communicator), dann komme ich heute gar nicht mehr aus dem Bett. Dabei wollen wir doch in die Universal Studios, wenn Steffen nicht noch Slash interviewt. Slash lebt noch? Ah, whatever.

Jo sagt, in Hamburg sei es warm. Hier ist es kalt. Geschieht mir Recht, hm?

Montag, 2.Februar
R-Gespräch nach Deutschland? Kann man vergessen. Selbst, wenn die Verbindung es bis zum vierten Operator (der dann in Deutschland sitzt) schafft... Durch ist man damit noch lange nicht. Ich weiß jetzt immerhin, dass Jung von Matt keine Telekom-Kunden sind... Deshalb bekam ich auch kein R-Gespräch. Dafür aber bei Vons einen Einblick in das Leben eines echten Messies. Un-gaub-lich. Da stand auf dem Parkplatz ein Pick-Up, der so unfassbar zugemüllt war... Ich bin nun wirklich nicht der ordentlichste Mensch, aber das fand ich eklig. Spare-Ribs, Brot und schlichter Müll aus der Tonne haben sich da die Ladefläche geteilt (bis über den Rand hinaus), und sogar der Beifahrersitz war bis fast unter den Wagenhimmel vollgepackt mit... Zeug. Zeitungen, Kabel, Müll. Hammer. Der Wagen war auch auf keinen Fall zum Gammeln dort abgestellt worden - als wir Abends Richtung Hotel fuhren, stand er nicht mehr auf dem Parkplatz.

Eigentlich wollten wir ja shoppen gehen, aber mein Hirn hatte einen kleinen Kurzschluß und so wurde aus Nike Town Costa Mesa Nike Town in Huntington oder Long Beach ("eines von beiden"). Das war das erste Mal, dass es mir wirklich peinlich war zu fahren, denn ich musste auf dieser Fahrt feststellen, dass der Pacific Coast Highway nicht bis LAX reicht, also waren wir von Burbank bis Huntington Beach knappe drei Stunden unterwegs. Auf der Suche nach Nike Town in Long Beach habe ich mich dann auch noch mal richtig verfahren - das ist in Long Beach ein Fehler, der richtig fiese Konsequenzen haben kann. Zurück in Beverly Hills wurde es nicht besser (das war allerdings Steffens Schuld)... Na ja, im Endeffekt hatten wir dann 90 Minuten im Beverly Center - genug Zeit, um sich noch ein wenig um Kreditkartenweitwurf zu kümmern.

Dienstag, 3.Februar
Der große Tag, auf den keiner von uns so richtig Lust hatte. Ein letztes Mal New York Bagle mit Shmear (Mandel-Honig-Frischkäse ist das DERBSTE), dann ins MSG Soundlab (DJ Muggs Studio) und schnacken mit den Vögeln. Im Endeffekt bekam ich sogar Gelegenheit, Fotos mit allen drei zu machen - bei deren Tagesplan keine Selbstverständlichkeit. Da waren schließlich Journalisten aus Japan und wo nicht noch alles. Ein unglaublicher Trubel.

Ich schreibe diese Zeilen um 12.30 MEZ. In gut zwei Stunden landen wir in Paris, und der Flug ging sogar - die 747-400 war ziemlich leer, das heißt, ich konnte mir sogar eine Viererreihe Sitze als Bett sichern. Das war zwar immer noch super-unbequem, aber Meilen besser, als im Sitzen zu schlafen - das kann ich gar nicht. Dass wir den Flug erwischt haben, war allerdings keine Selbstverständlichkeit - von Burbank Richtung Highway 405 South war derbe Stau, und auf dem 405er sah es zeitweise auch nicht besser aus. Im Endeffekt war alles perfekt im Timing. 90 Minuten vor Start eingecheckt, 60 Minuten vor Start mit McD's-Futter vollgeekelt, 30 Minuten vor Start in der Maschine, fünf Minuten vor dem planmäßigen Start in der Luft - und das mit Air France. Überpünktlich!! Das hätte auch keiner gedacht gehabt getan, denn die Sicherheitsmaßnahmen am Flughafen waren absolut kein Spaß, sondern sehr, sehr, SEHR gründlich. Das ging los mit drei Verkehrskontrollpunkten und war mit ausgezogenen Schuhen noch nicht vorbei. Joe tat mir Leid, der durfte noch bis nach 23 Uhr auf seinen Flieger warten, nur um dann noch mal elf Stunden Aufenthalt in Atlanta zu haben. Der kommt auch erst Morgen nach München.

(...)

So, heile in Hamburg. Wie das neue Cypress Hill Album ist? Lasst es euch von jemandem gesagt sein, bei dem Cypress nie sehr hoch im Kurs stand: Das Ding ist die Bombe. Nie war der Cypress Sound dicker. Ihr bestes Album.

Over (it) and out. Ab in die Wanne.

...I was able to think of a few questions myself. Wie es war? Hab natürlich Tagebuch geführt, das chillt allerdings noch ein paar Sekunden im Communicator. Coming up shortly: random ramblings about random shiznit, spiced with a little Los Angeles.

Holla Back.

P.S.: Eyo Kazuma! Lactose-Intoleranz? Hab ich auch, voll geil. Damit habe ich früher immer den Physik-Unterricht terrorisiert. Müller Milch Schoko oder Erdbeer, und ab geht mein Arsch mit den unvorstellbarsten Blähungen. Vielleicht sollten wir uns mal zusammentun und gucken, ob wir in D'dorf zusammen gegen den Smog in L.A. anstinken können?

Saturday, 10.25am, HAM-CDG.
1.35pm-4.05pm CDG-LAX.

Nah' mean?

I hope to be back by wednesday evening. Have a nice weekend!

Hey, before I forget this... 9 albums since 1991, and you don't have a single question? cypresshill@davidluther.com. Pen to paper please.

That was too good. Now I want this every second night (I need at least one to recover). Damn, I'm an addict - but I can't get a Redman/Method Man show at the local pharmacy.
The details, in short: Beatbox Eliot started the evening with a nice little show. Red and Mef played 85 Minutes (more than everyone in the building expected) and obviously had the biggest fun. They were stoked that the audience was going crazy and at times it seemed like they hadn't expected an audience like that. It was LOUD inside the Freiheit. It was loud outside, too - when we left the club it was surrounded by Police. From what I heard there were around 300 people trying to break into the club, so a riot developed. Oops... How much is an evening like that? I mean, for a club like the Freiheit? Red and Mef, that must've been quite a sum, because 0,3L Beer went for 3 Euros. No deposit. We were pretty lucky, because we had laid out a solid foundation out of Cuba Libres earlier, so we weren't forced to get drunk and bankrupt at the same time.
After the show it's the after-party. This one happened at the Echochamber, a club I've never even been to - a club I'll visit more often now, because it's a nice club. Comfortable and cozy, yet not small. DJs "Clear My Throat" Kool and Sparc (Nico Suave) were spinning (good) records, and when Red and Mef and the 30 people building their entourage entered the club is was all good. Except for the fact that Jo didn't make it to the after-party it was a more than perfect evening; the type where you wake up in the morning, still drunk, and your first thought is: "Fuck. It's over. I'll put on my clothes and go back to the club, they can't be finished. I can't be over. It can't be." I left 20 Minutes after Red and Mef arrived and when I walked east along Reeperbahn, kids were running past me, towards the club. "They are there, they ARE THERE! Funk Doc is at the Echo! He is! FOR REAL!" Really funny, almost sweet. My drunk brain imagined them standing 10ft. from Red and Mef, just gawking. Zoo-style. Ridiculous.

If there is one evening I'd need a time-machine for - that was it. Fuck, I need to get back to the club. I bet they're still partying.

Tonight's the night. Redman and Method Man in Hamburg. Can't wait. We'll start project "Shitfaced Gorillas" at around 6pm, meaning Knauf is coming over and we'll start drinking, and you can be sure that we'll be at the Freiheit in time to catch places next to the bar. Cheers!

If you owe me money, pay today - before I come over and get my balance in furniture and electronics from your office.

Whatever happened to Cypress Hill? Hm. Seems like I'm going to fly to L.A. on saturday. But that's still early chickencounting.

I hate it when I'm not first.

Good weekend that was. Gerd Rieger crashed on our couch last night, Danny is back, and the big question ruling my mind right now is:

If "Ford" was among the first to build cars... Why are they still around? The new models all look horrible, and what the hell were they thinking when they decided to put a Ford Focus (almost 1200kg) with a measly 75hp on the market? Who buys these things? Except for Hertz and Sixt? And why do rental companies buy Fords anyway? Call me a princess, but here's the deal: if a company can guarantee not to give me a Ford or Opel, I'm going to rent right there. I actually tried to make the Hertz representative jot down a note in my Gold Club profile to never give me a Ford again, but he wouldn't have it. He actually seemed pissed that I dissed the car he gave me.

"Was everything okay with the car, sir?"
"No. That must be the biggest pile of shit on wheels ever. Ugly, stale, boring. Why does Hertz offer Ford at all? Who designs crap like that? Ewoks? And what were they thinking, blah, 75hp and a 1.4 engine on 1200 Kilos...", ...

... and so on. No, Mr. Hertz was not amused. I still had a good time while I was wining, because I was pretty sure he has two of those mishaps at home. At least. He already seemed pissed when I picked up the car on friday, because I instantly let him know that I was not too happy about having to drive around (and to Bielefeld) in a Ford Focus, this being an upgrade or not (I would have stepped down two grades to avoid a Ford, but they were "out of cars". Yeah right.). Until then I had hoped that they would equip me with a new Renault... Well, maybe next time.

Have a nice week!

So you wanna know what's happening?

As I mentioned, Cypress Hill seems to happen the week after next week. Today we're going to Bielefeld to celebrate the 60th birthday of my father. Davidstrasse is busy. I'd rather have my head in a bowl filled with ice, and I think so does Jo. We had a nice little evening yesterday and she managed to become shitfaced off two or three cuba libres. Me jealous? Maybe a little.

Have a nice weekend!

I should have kept my mouth shut. Yesterday evening I was told that "Cypress might happen a week later". More details for me today. To kill time and anxiousness I'm going to tidy up a little, I'm going to spank a monkey and bat around penguins.

Enough of those funny links for now. Here you'll find some interesting news from the skateboard-world. Read on.

Word up. So, what's all those Xs about? Here you go... They stand for L.A., Cypress Hill and a couple of magazines that will still remain nameless at this point (no counting chickens before they are hatched). It's a sealed deal. Isn't that sick? Couldn't have imagined that in my wildest dreams. Four days Los Angeles... Too bad I don't really have money to blow right now - I could use two new flashes and a couple of Pocket Wizards. No new gear for me at this point though, sorry. Gives me a good excuse not to go shopping for anybody else though - if it's not life-saving, don't bother asking me, thank you very much. Hey, it's only four days, I don't have time to shop anyway! I'm gonna be busy hanging out with rap superstars... Uhm, no, not really. There will be a pre-listening session (new album dropping march), and a hopefully long interview and fotoshoot. It's gotta be long enough to feed three to five magazines with different stuff. Hey... That sounds like work! Bummer. Another bummer is that I'm gonna miss out on Redman and Method Man - they're in Hamburg (Große Freiheit) on the 28th. Some guy from Juice Magazine and another freelancer will be on that trip to L.A. as well. I hope I get to hook up with some of the skaters I know there... Would be nice to meet them again, it's been a while. Four days are not a lot of time though, especially when you share a rental with two other guys. Each one of them will have a plan for themselves. I'm just happy that I'm gonna be the one picking up the car... So much for next week. Got questions you'd like to be asked? Feel free to mail! cypresshill@davidluther.com is the address. Now go ahead and drain your mind.

This week I get to interview DJ Friction (new album "Soulsonic" march 1st) and a band called Zinoba (which contains two members of Selig) at Smudo's place in Hamburg. Smudo is a lucky bastard. I've never been to his place, but the map says he lives right across the street from one of Hamburg's finest restaurants. Fine meaning it's huge, still cozy, has the most excellent food, affordable prices, and a really nice atmosphere. It's quite a walk from my house, so I don't get to eat there as often as I'd like to (there's tons of nice restaurants in my area as well, so most of the time we don't bother walking far, or even taking the subway train). I'm thrilled that I finally get to meet Smudo - I've been following the career of Die Fantastischen Vier very closely for over ten years now, yet I never got to meet the man. Same thing here: Questions to Zinoba: zinoba@davidluther.com. Questions to DJ Frico: djfriction@davidluther.com

Remember "At the Helm" by Hieroglyphics? It's playing as I type this, but I seem to prove them wrong.

"Life is a blast when you know what you're doin
Best to know what you're doin 'fore your life get ruined
Life is a thrill when your skill is developed
If you ain't got a skill or trade, then shut the hell up"

I have no fucking clue what I'm doing (at least not in my upper consciousness). But life is still a blast. I still don't know whether I earned all this (or if I'm ruining it, for that matter), but I sure as hell appreciate it to the fullest. And now, after we watched "Dogma" yesterday evening, I finally know who this X is, that I have to thank: Alanis Morrisette AKA She-God. Thank you very much.

It frightens me. Really, it scares the shit out of me. Sometimes it seems that I have just too much of it, it makes me wait for that one loud boom when I hit rock bottom. I can try to avoid that, but life wouldn't be complete without it so I guess everybody has to experience it at least once - but luck is not such a thing. Luck is not common, it's a rare thing - take a look at the poorer regions or people and you know what I mean. If you can read this, you're already a pretty lucky human being, because you're able to use the internet. I am grateful for every single thing that has happened to me along the way, and I am well aware of the fact that most of these things usually don't even happen once in a lifetime. I'm a happy man, and I don't want this feeling to cease. Of course, I rather have a lot of than a lack of luck, but without the lot, existence of the lack - thus the fear - wouldn't be on my mind all the time. Hm. One of the spices of life, I guess. Fuel and engine. Blah... Anyway, there's three more big smiles on my list:

I've been searching well over two years, but now Kazuma sealed the deal and got me my headphones. Kazuma, you can expect a row of drinks lined up in front of you next time we meet - thanks a lot!

It's not safe yet, but XXXX might fly me out to XX to interview XXXXXXXX XXXX end of January for XXXXXXXXX, XXXXXXXX, and XXXX. I can't even tell how I feel about that, I don't have the right words. Jesus... Even if this doesn't work out, I'll probably stay stoked on simply being offered the opportunity. Unbelievable. THX X.!!

Breakfast is ready. Thanks, Danny!

My man Danny Engel celebrates his 25th birthday today. Well, to be totally exact, he celebrated last night until it was almost 6am this morning. A bunch of really good folks was here and everybody got shitfaced. Floh, former drummer of Echt, and I got into a little freestyle-session and I have to say that little motherfucker really kicked my ass. I already had a hard time speaking though. Oh, no excuses. And no more babble. I'm so hungover, I need a minute to type one single word.

Later.

This is ridiculous.

Yeah, it's been a while. Sorry. Nothing much happened during the last couple of days though... Kathrin was so nice to lend me Black & White. You might have forgotten about it already, as it's already a few years old, but it's still a fascinating game - you play God, so you get to through around humans and cattle, throw bolts and thunder, set fire, and so on. Very entertaining, so I've been playing that more than I wanted to. I moved my workspace. A whole six feet. Now that's news.

Gotta go shopping. Vegetables and such. :)

HOLY SHIT!

Uuuh, I do want these. The legendary "I've been to Japan too"-MDR-D66SL. It's got "DSL" in there, so they have to be mine anyway. I've been searching for them for years, but for some reason I can't get my hands on them. You got 'em? You sellin'? I'll buy.

Nothing really new to tell you. The new website seems to make good progress and it really looks like it's going to be up in march. Makes me giddy just thinking about it. Bilingual baby.

Today? Tax. Tidying up the place. Finally try to get a lightbulb for the kitchen. There was some more, but I forgot. Gotta jet, anyway. Can't say that I'm keen on leaving the house, the snow is gone and it's only cold and wet. Bummer.

Went to see Henning Venske perform his "Jahresschauer" yesterday and enjoyed it a lot. There's nothing like a good, political cabaret. Sets your eyes straight. Of course Sönke, Jo, and I had a couple of beers there and later, when we went to a bar we wanted to check out, we were already a little hammered. At the bar (the "Realto") we met Jan H., an old friend of mine. Jan happens to be barkeeper there, and he kept us entertained and our glasses filled until the bill hit almost 80 Euros... I guess we were lucky to be very drunk by then, because it only took one more cuba libre at home, and then it was "lights out", otherwise the night could have gotten really expensive. Once again, it was past 7am when we went to sleep, and I feel like doing almost the same thing again tonight. We'll see...

We did it. And we survived. I've never had a party this relaxed.

A little late on my side, but Curse was in time for X-mas: Here, you'll find a complete 6-Track-EP for free. Thanks Curse!

Back to relaxing...

Just realized that my father was around my age when I was born. If there's one thing I couldn't imagine right now it would be having a kid on purpose. I mean, the phantasy of having a little Luther running around is nice, but seriously... No. I'm still wondering how I manage to keep Jo and myself alive, I'm certainly not able to feed a third mouth. One and a half are enough for now. Damn. Damn? Damn, I don't know.

This was just one of the thoughts I had during the last couple of days. There wasn't much time to think though, most parts of the last few days were spent eating or sleeping. Jo's mother is an awesome cook, that's for sure... Thanks a lot for all these amazing meals!!

Today, we're going back to Hamburg. Tomorrow we have to return the Jaguar (sigh) and we have to prepare the big room for our little New Year's Eve happening. We're expecting seven guests, and we'll have Raclette. Yummy.

I'll put some more lines down later... Maybe it'll be 2004 by then, but I'm not sure yet. Just to be on the safe side of the party: Happy 2004 everybody. Don't drink and drive, or drink too much anyway. Had to carry Jo home the other day and I can't say that I found it to be funny. Okay, maybe the first five minutes. I, like, totally stopped laughing though when she fell and hit her head really bad for the second time in one week (the first time being a knock-out bicycle-slammer). Now I'm wondering if she'll ever get rid of her headaches again. I certainly hope so.

Cheers!

I really didn't mean to rent a car for christmas. Honestly. I was determined to make my trusty Peugeot 205 Automatic go all the way to Emsdetten and Bielefeld, but when I tried to start it's engine tuesday around noon, I instantly knew that this journey would not happen with this car. Sure, the engine ran, and it was able to move the car faster than 1mph after only a few minutes and two laps around the block, but it was very clear to me that a journey of over 600km was out of question. I picked up Jo and we drove straight to the Sixt-Station. Once there, a friendly employee told us that there were no cars left. Luckily Hertz was around the corner, and when we left there, we were sitting in a Jaguar X-Type 2.0 Diesel. Not too fast, but very comfortable, and we got a rate we couldn't complain about too. Now we're cruising like HRM, and not for a day or two, but for a whole fucking week! That's what I call christmas... Bad colds like Jo and I have right now don't really matter anymore.

I write these lines on my communicator, sitting in Bielefeld and waiting for lunch to be served. You! Have a nice christmas!

Yes, it's been a few days. I spent those with my girl, a couple of friends, and a bad, bad cold that brought her friends Rough Cough and Lotsa Slime. Not that much fun but we managed to attend two nice parties. I already forgot where we went on friday... Saturday we went to celebrate one year "Waagenbau", and a celebration it was. Good music, a ton of drinks (Jenny was behind the bar and took care of us very well) and funny idiots trying to hit on Jo and Lena (Ben Wes's girlfriend). With most of them it was easy enough - one eye contact, one raised eyebrow, guy gone (pretty funny, you don't really get to do that in Muenster). There were those four guys that spotted Jo and Lena and two of them came up to dance with the girls faster than they could check for boyfriends, so Ben and I started laughing behind their backs super-hard, which in turn made those two guys' friends laugh and they took care of that themselves, pulling their friends off our girls. That's what friends are there for.
Of course, there had to be one jackass. He came up to Jo a couple of times, asking what her shirt read ("Die Ärzte", easily readable from across the room), if she wanted to leave for another party with him and blaaah... Homeboy just didn't get it, so at one point I snuck up to his ear while he was talking to Jo again and whispered: "Wrong target motherfucker..." (Give that "Motherfucker" a little Redman-feel to it... Mo-fu-ka, something like that), and I added the internationally known gesture for "please do retreat to a place where I can't see you, Norway for example". I only do this when I'm drunk because usually I'm too much of a pussy to start a fight, but I got lucky anyway - the guy was an even bigger pussy, he replied with the international gesture for "Okay, okay, I'm sorry, never mind" and I didn't see him again... Other clubs didn't have that luck on saturday; a newly opened Club on Grosse Freiheit saw a brawl with more than 100 participants that night, and that started with some dumb fuck hitting on some other dumb fucks girl. Other funny activities included dissing Lorenzo Taurino the whole night (I think Jo started that and my drunk brain happily joined in), which probably explains why he didn't hang around with us anymore at some point. Sorry Lorenzo, we didn't really mean it. I think. To be honest, I don't really remember much of what was said, except maybe the word "Gonzo-Journalist". So, sorry, and thank you for enriching the evening with your presence Lorenzo.
Need I say yesterday was more than mellow?
Not much more to tell right now... Oh! I now remeber friday! Good... Gang Starr played at the Grünspan! Guru and Primo live in Hamburg, Germany. Tickets to this show had been sold out months before but I got lucky once again. Did an interview with the supporting act "Redrama" in the afternoon, so we were given two tickets. Unfortunately we missed Redramas perfomance by a few minutes and that's really sad, because I really enjoyed his album "Everyday Soundtrack" (the name says it all), and the interview was really nice. It was a little strange at first, because after listening to Lasse's AKA Redrama's album (and with Gang Starr being act of the night) I expected to talk to a black american, and when I met him, he turned out to be a 26-year-old white boy from Finland. Ooops. As I said, the album is called "Everyday Soundtrack", it rules, and you should go and get it if you can. Plus, you can visit him here. Too bad we missed his show. I'm sure he'll be around again soon though.
Out for now, back to bed and cup-o-teas. I still have the worst cough and I need to get rid of that.

Went to see Die beste Band der Welt in Bremen yesterday. The best band of the world (from Berlin) was supported by the best band on earth (from Hamburg). And if this doesn't sound funny to you already... I don't know. Danny mentioned he was going there while he was talking to someone on the phone, so I was like: "You're going? And I'm not?" He replied: "Well, tag along if you like!", so it was on. Oh, to clear the fog: the bands I'm talking about go by the names of "Die Ärzte" and "Fettes Brot". I've never seen Die Ärzte play live, so I was very thrilled that I got this opportunity, and I like Fettes Brot as well - a good, very funny combination. The funniest thing must've been Farin Urlaub when he announced that he went to see a Hip Hop concert and added quickly: "Please don't shoot me! I was wearing headphones the whole time, I swear!" A little later Fettes Brot came back on stage for a short and even more funny Punkrock vs. Hip Hop battle, and they ended up being carried off stage by some huge bouncers - that really got me to suffer, because I'm getting sick and my throat was hurting badly, but I couldn't stop laughing, which in turn made me cough. Painful. Die Ärzte played well over 150 minutes for roughly 15000 humans... I don't know how that mass managed to squeeze into the Stadthalle. It was quite an experience. Thanks Danny! Thanks Malte, even if I don't know you, for your place on the guestlist!

Plan for today: try to regain health, buy slide frames and presents. I love record labels that pay fast.

Echt. Ist eine gute Idee, Pille. Mach doch nen Mix!

I tend to do that myself sometimes.

Days full of action - I delivered my tax yesterday. What I expected to be a big deal turned out to be exactly five numbers that I had to fill in. I did, and was free to go. Nice. A little later Reno MC called and asked me if I had time to shoot some pictures with his acting class, so I ended up taking a lot of pictures of their last rehearsal. I got to see the play in the evening as well (good one) and managed to take home a bottle Chateaubriand without myself noticing it.

Something else? Lots of scanning. Even more to scan now. I better get going while Jo is still at the bar.

CKY was a blast. The interview was funny, Jess Marghera is a funny guy. So are Vernon and Chad, even though Chad seemed a little strange to me. Rock'nRoll to the bone. I was really happy afterwards that I started the itw with Jess alone, because it allowed me to get all those Bam questions out of the way, and I was happy that Chad joined towards the end, because he gave a clear signal that it was time to stop talking on tape when I couldn't comprehend anymore what the fuck he was talking about. I hope they get the attention (and record sales) they actually deserve over here, because apart from being the band Bam Marghera's brother plays in, they kicked some ass live on stage. Being a rap-fan myself, you probably know how picky I am when it comes to harder music - there is some I like, but it's just a couple of bands. CKY busted the door and got a place in my collection within the first two songs they played - pure energy, real Rock'n'Fuckin'Roll. So good. Thanks to everybody who sent in questions - I think I asked them all.

So much for friday. We had a posse of five guys from Jena as guests (they came only for the CKY-Show - go figure, they were really worth the journey) and if any of you reads this: thank you very much for being some perfect guests. They brought own drinks and food, and they didn't even use the shower, I think... Doesn't really make me want to sit in their car, but whatever - I'm not too fond of cleaning the bathroom either. Hope to see you again soon!

Yesterday Jo and I broke our record for late-breakfast: 6pm. Stayed in bed until 4pm or something - very relaxed. Went to see "Finding Nemo" in the evening and enjoyed it. The birds rule. "Mine?" So funny. I'm still waiting for an animated movie in which the coolest character plays the main role though. Like Scratch in "Ice Age" - Scratch was the best thing in the whole movie, and only had three measly appearances or something. Same with the birds in "Nemo"... Well, if there's only one word in their lines, I guess it's kinda hard to put them into the center of attention. Scratch playing the main character in something, I'd like to see that! He doesn't even have one word, but he could easily fill a whole movie.

Today is tax-day. Already overdue. That means I'm off to sorting bills now. Yay.

That's CKY for y'all, and it's the band Bam Marghera's brother plays in. I have an appoinment with them at 5.30pm and I'll interview them, so if you have any questions you'd like to add to my list, drop me a mail until 4.30pm! cky@davidluther.com is the address, Subject: cky.

Out to wander under blue skies.

Last entry on monday? That gave me a shock for a minute, because I thought it's already thursday. Phew.

Nothing much to tell you. My man Markus K. asked if I could put my pen to paper, but the company he works for decided that they won't spend any money for things that can be done by people they already pay. Pure logic, I wouldn't do it any other way. My PowerBook got a ton of new icons ever since we found out how to change them (big deal). OS X 10.3 is good. Yes, you do need to get it.

What's up in Hamburg? Why don't you try your luck here?

As you can see here, you don't see anything at all. The iPod is gone. "Destroyed" the page states. What happened? Well, it got destroyed. At the same time, something else was destroyed: my last bit of sympathy for Bielefeld. Here's the story:

A couple of weeks ago I bought an iPod on eBay - I think I wrote about that. Money went out the day the auction was over, and then nothing happened for a week. I wrote an E-Mail to "Dr$Beam" and asked what was up with my new toy, and he replied he'd mail it the following day. Another four days later the package arrived, and since Franz B. had kept me waiting for so long without saying a word, he got a neutral feedback - I even put a "sorry" in there. A minute after I posted that, I had a negative feedback in my list, stating I would post negative statements without getting in contact first. (Question on the side: Why should I get in contact with someone I want to give a neutral feedback anyway, and who didn't care to get in contact with me in the first place?)

So, being that my payment was fast, there was no reason to put a negative feedback on my list. I couldn't care less about a negative feedback, nevertheless I told him what I thought of this. And BOOM! I had what I was searching for for years: A new E-Mail-Buddy. Now, I don't know what kind of dork is behind this, but he surely is a creative mind. I've never, ever in my life read so many insults. He wrote those for quite some time and stopped when it got boring. Good guy.

Then, I put my old iPod on eBay. A day later I had a mail from my "friend", asking if he could buy the iPod. I should end the auction. Homeboy didn't appear to be a strong reader the first time we got in contact, and he certainly has no remembrance whatsoever, so I told him that I had made a reminder for both of us not to make business with each other again. His response was something to the likes of "Wixkind", and that he must'd mistaken me for a "good customer".

To make a long story short: He's back. And in full effect. He hired a little chinese helper by the name of chingchang-chong (maybe it's just his second self, he seemed a little schizo all the way), who now bought all the stuff that was still available and threatens to post further negative feedbacks in my list if I don't send the stuff to Hong Kong (his address is some fantasy-style Blah, his English is worse than mine, and his E-Mail-Address is based in Germany. Hm.) As if I would care... I contacted eBay about him and took my items down, so he can't mess with those anymore. We'll see what happens. Freaks!

What does all this have to do with Bielefeld? Oh, that guy lives there. So does my mom, so it's not all bad and lost. But she's not from there, and Dr$Best is your stereotypical Bielefelder.

More on this to come...

I need to write, right? Don't really know what to tell you though. Went to Muenster and Bielefeld on friday and saturday, met a ton of good folks there, and enjoyed my rental (BMW 530d - the new one) yesterday. I seriously hate the design of that car, but cruising Hamburg on a sunny day... There just is something to it. Too bad Jo had to sit in the office. Today the grey is back, and the police are very present and put up fences next to our Wal-Mart. There's a helicopter circling and a police car at every other corner. I think I'll take a walk later on to see what's up.

Don't forget about the iPod. More stuff to come.

There goes my old one, along with some kicks. More to follow. Got some nice shirts this time, too.

Oh well, while I'm at it anyway and before you ask: I missed the Beginner show yesterday. Dende called two hours before the show and was very sorry to tell me that he had to cancel our places on the guestlist. There seemed to be no way in, so I sat at home and tried to swallow my anger. David Boettger told me today that there were still tickets available at the venue, but I didn't want to hear that. I doubt it, too. I'll end that topic right here with a good piece of advice: Don't mention it. Thank you very much.

Something else? David Martelleur stuck around until tuesday evening and dropped off a railing into a pretty steep bank at the Kunsthalle before he left. I got a nice sequence out of that and if you ask me nicely, I'll send you a little movie, because Fee was lucky enough to get it on film and nice enough to let me capture it.

Strange things are happening... And exciting things, too! Too bad I can't tell you about it. The only thing left on my mind right now would be to boast about the Nike sneakers I got today (Air Force One, all white, and some Air Flight sock-like things). And I finally gave in to my craving for some decent shoes to wear in muddy weather, when I awarded myself for the successful session with David M. at the newly opened Nike Hamburg Shop with a pair of those Timberland-Style boots. Do I have money? No! I just spend it anyway.

Palace Lounge tomorrow? Sounds like a good idea. J-Live and some dudes from 3582 play. And I think my man Loko MC celebrates the release of his first album? Or was that at the Christmas Lounge? That one shoujld be good, too - Camp Lo!

Final note: After two (three?) years of New Year in Chemnitz, I found out that there's no party this year. Did we drink up the budget last year already? I should still have a hangover from that, but I never got one. Too bad, no Chemnitz. We'll stay in Hamburg and see what happens...

...and so shall you.

No Kazuma, I doubt that Fabio can make a living out of winning one contest per year. He's a really good DJ (just don't ask me what he spins - something without too many lyrics) and I could imagine that he earns a good buck doing that.

Okay, let's see... The last contest for this year (if you don't count that Junior Cup thing in Muenster next weekend)... What's up now bitch? Plenty of stuff to do. It's just sad that I really don't want to do any of the stuff I have to do. I hope it stays dry outside, so I can go and shoot some pics with David Martelleur. David crashed at my place this weekend and is staying a few more days (at some pro-ho's place though). Funny!

I missed Busta Rhymes. He was playing in the Docks yesterday, I had a photo-pass, and I passed it up. Fuck. But I couldn't really have done it, even if I wanted, because the contest ended at 7.30pm and I was raw meat when I left I-Punkt. It was a very, very long weekend.

Out for breakfast.

Kazuma, wer bitte soll denn in Hamburg gewinnen, wenn nicht Fabio Fusco? David Martelleur aus Belgien, Frank und Dietsches haben mit ihrer Gruppe den Bowl-Contest gewonnen, Daniel Beck hat den höchsten Wallride gerockt und ein kleiner Styler namens Julien konnte die B-Gruppe für sich klar schießen. War ein saugeiler Contest, die Schnitzeljagd muss auch der Hammer gewesen sein, Palärmo Chris ist heute Morgen auf Schlafwandler-Basis durch unsere Wohnung gewankt und hat sich schließlich in der Küche hingelegt und es waren sogar Luy-Pa Sin aus Frankreich und Michi Nadler, Chris Pfanner und Mucki Rüstig aus Österreich am Start. Geiles Wochenende. Langer Samstag, aber geil. Und Freitag war auch schon lang... Eigentlich... Bin ich völlig fertig. So fertig, dass ich nicht mal gemerkt habe, dass ich auf Deutsch schreibe.

Whatever.

Yeah. Well. All is well. My new lenses are here and unbelievably crispy, the "S" in "UPS" does still clearly not stand for "Service", nor for "smart enough to push the right doorbell", and the I-Punkt-Skateland prepares for the upcoming competition this weekend. David Martelleur from Belgium will come to visit, and I'm waiting for all the other guests that are supposed to show up any minute. What else to tell? Not much. Savas' pictures have reached Berlin and Mike seems to like them, which is good. I just hope Savas likes them, too.

It's party-time... Hamburg. Dunno what to say. How about... Have a good time? Yeah. Well.

Yeah, really... Take a step back, relax, and play. When you're done playing, spend some money here.

Things to put your love to the test with:
- Tell your love you'll go for "one beer", end the conversation with a "See you in an instant" and let the beer last well over three hours.
- Come home drunk, throw yourself on the bed (and your sleeping love) and yell: "I'm back!"
- Hassle your love to turn around and partake in some kind of action even though the love clearly isn't capable nor willing to do anything else but sleep.
- Go to sleep, move wildly, push your love and snore or talk. Put fingers in your love's face. Smelling like a bar helps, too, but only if you manage to turn your love around.

If you meet me, give me a pat on the back. Or Oropax. Or a strong drink.

Oh yeah, I'm done. Done scanning. Three days straight, more or less... Outside activities, anyone? The guys at Optik Records and the girls at BMG will hopefully be pleased with the outcome. I know I am. Not 100%, but I'm still satisfied. Could have been a lot worse. Thanks Mike, Savas & Lumidee, that was quite an experience.

Thanks in advance and anyways to Klaas K., who took the time to sit down with me today to discuss the future of this website and it's soon-to-follow kids. Our goal is to surprise y'all with a nice package in January 2004, so don't tell anyone.

Have you ordered your Dendemann-CD yet? What are you waiting for? Open your eyes, can't you see that guy needs something to eat?

While Klaas and I talked, the doorbell rang. I got that Nikkor 55mm Micro yesterday, but I'm still waiting for my iPod and another Nikon zoom lens (28-80) I got at eBay. No homo, homeboy brought two packages... But not for me. The lady from the first floor wasn't home, so I took them. She'll pick them up. No iPod, no lens. I sent out some eBay-stuff as well, and when I returned I had some nice stuff in my mailbox. Outkast's "Speakerboxxx/The Love Below" and "You Don't Know Jack". eBay might be the Mercedes of cheapness and bargains, but Amazon ist the Ferrari of deliverance. So fast.

Go take out the trash!

I remember now. Today is the day that Dendemanns new EP drops. Go buy it HERE and NOW!

Still scanning. But there's a light at the end of the tunnel.

Man, I had tons of stuff I wanted to talk about... Where has it all gone? One thing was putting work over health and going to work even if you know you're putting your body to a serious test. I'll probably never understand that. Neither the company nor your place in there will cease because of one or two days. You will cease though, if you ignore what your body tells you.

Coca-Cola Chess!! Isn't that what you always wanted? It's a piece of gold from my teenage years. High emotional value. Oh, there's a nice Consolidated Skateboard and some other stuff, too.

While I'm typing away, I'm still scanning Kool Savas' pictures. Found out/Remebered yesterday that my Epson scanner - a thing I've come to hate for various reasons - does not quite reach the quality of my digital camera. "Ah", I thought to myself, "that's why the quality of the scanned pics is so shitty!" So I erased the 80 slides I had scanned up to that point and started over with a smaller resolution. It worked, but I've lost a day. Sorry Mike!

My Mom visited this weekend. That was nice. She finally thinks that I'm grown up now. Nice wish...

Oh, good, the scanner broke down... Gives me time to remember what I wanted to write about. Later!

Don't go to bed without a seriously good link.

...shit. More coming soon.

I forgot the funniest thing about Aurich last weekend: when I left that afterparty, there were two or three guys standing around outside the club, so I chilled and chatted with them while I waited for Torben. It didn't take them too long to identify me as the announcer, which is always an arkward base for a conversation, and off it went. I don't want to go into details, I just want to tell the funniest part of it: this arose when one of the fellows told me I was better, cooler, and relaxter on the mic than David Luther. For this I thanked him, and at the same time I tried to find out what David does that's so bad, but Torben came and I didn't get an answer to that question. It was funny as fuck though... Torben came up like "Eyo, David!", and that was that for the guy I talked to. He gave me funny looks the whole next day, and I couldn't help but just smile back widely. I'm still wondering what I did so good that David doesn't... Can't be better than him, he'd get really mad at me... Have a nice sunday!

Still scanning.

This is so funny... Yeah, it's probably gonna end that way.

The Web Fire Escape by Gary Turner will save you if you hang around this site, while you should be working. Just keep your mouse around that little green sign:

That's a quick escape to Google.com right there.

Fotos are good. Scanning starts tomorrow. You'll see them... Later.

The safe escape...

Then go Dende! There's a new track from his upcoming EP, too. Good stuff.

Just returned from Cologne, where I was lucky enough to document a video-shoot. Performing artists were King Kool Savas and Lumidee, with folks like Dirty, Caput, Azad, DJ Nikon, and the winners of some Nike Freestyle competitions having guest-appearances. Something good always comes with something bad, so the day was a very long one. I got up at 5am yesterday, drove to Cologne in around four hours, and spent what felt like most of the day with one of my favourite pasttimes: waiting. Whenever they would film, I would shoot... Of course I took pics all the time, but not enough to fill the gaps in between shots - they were shooting 35mm, and each scene took unbelievable amounts of time to set up. Oh, I interviewed Lumi of course, on special request from Jo. You'll probably see it in the Titus Magalog, along with a couple of shots from the set. By the time we were done it was after midnight and some guy named Noel was kind enough to let me crash on his couch, but not before he unpacked two giant bags filled with Basket-, and Baseball-Caps, and Basketball-DVDs. Tons of them. He's selling that shit over the net or something, and it kinda looked as if he made a living out of that. Anyway, thanks a lot, Noel! I woke up at 11am this morning and left as quiet as I could. Downstairs, into the Golf, onto the road, straight for a small breakfast in Münster, straight on to PHP Photo in Hamburg. I am so, so curious how the pictures turn out. They need another cover, so I hope like a motherfucker that I can provide one. Mike from Optik Records showed me a first design and I have to say: the picture looked good to great on a CD. For some reason I got a stranger, stronger feeling than when I first got the books out of that. Looked nice. Thanks, Mike!

I did it again. No iPod this time though - just a nice Nikon MF 2,8/55 Micro AIS lens. I'm almost sure MF stands for motherfucker... Nice thing to have. A new one would have cost more than twice as much.

Boschäftigt?

I accidentally got myself a new iPod on eBay yesterday evening. I really thought someone would pass my highest bid, but no one did. I can't be mad at myself though, because it seems to be a good one. I hate those docking stations - and if you put a wheel on something I rather have it spinning. Touchpads are no good. So, this one still has the Firewire on top, 10GB (which is more than enough for me), it's brandnew, thick, heavy, and hopefully not a pussy when it's comes to low temperatures. I think that the iTrip fucks with the batteries pretty bad as well, but I'll see what happens with the new one.

Gave the Davidstrasse-Blog a new look, and now I'm waiting for Quirin to arrive.

Later!

Pille, for these kind words. But, without wanting to brag, wait till you see the Blumentopf-Stuff in the next Playboard...

A new Board and Pant!

I was a little sad bidding farewell to that BMW this morning, but whatever. What's way worse, my iPod starts bugging out as soon as he gets cold. I already thought about taping it to my nuts... Can't skip then, though. Now I'm in front of the screen, catching up on communications. Uh, nice term. Breakfast would be nice at some point, too.

It's over. The COS-Series 2003 is done, and it couldn't have been any better. DJ Mimi did not manage to hold his first place, new german champion is Fabian Neugebauer. He won the contest and earned enough points to leave Thomas Weber and Mimi behind in the overall placement. Skated so good... I knew he could do it. I knew it when I saw him skating in Aurich. That's why I didn't hesitate to bet Carsten Bauer when he bloated: "I put ten on Mimi!" My ten were faster on Fabian than Mack McKelton is on a rail. Fabian did it. I earned ten Euros. Yay!

I won't even try to get into the party yesterday - you missed it, and you should feel bad about that. A place packed with skateboarders, free beer for all the riders, Maceo rocking the turntables... It doesn't get any better than that. The only bad thing about the contest were those idiots that kept dropping into the ramps in between other peoples' runs. I kept telling them to stop - and I tend to become pretty rude at times - and they nodded, smiled, made the "one more"-sign, and just kept doing it. None of them made it to the finals, and I paid back their disrespect by telling them their behaviour would cause bad karma and therefore fuck up their runs. I told them this while they were picking up their boards after bailing tricks in their runs, and I could see that they felt it. They won't learn though. I hope they do, but I think they won't.

Oh yeah, the beamer... Great thing to travel with. Didn't even guzzle up too much fuel. Starts being fun at a 140km/h, and travelling at 220km/h feels like cruising the mall. Being member of the ADAC is a good thing - even if it's just for cheap rentals.

So, I just got back, and I need to get some rest. Now. Later.

I almmost forgot Sönke again. At the price-giving ceremony I swiftly introduced all the heads behind the COS and thanked them for a successful and fun year, and I forgot Soenke Bunge, our Skate-Medic. This hit me like a brick when I was already on the way home, and I feel so ashamed, I can't even tell how sorry I am. Thank you Soenke!!

...before I vanish into the weekend. Don't forget about those!

And now, I'll sink myself into that BMW 530d... Check your mirrors, please.

If you do, why don't you try to find me here. Leave comments, so I know you've been there.

Seems like the weather in Hamburg is returning to normality, as we have another grey day. It's a packed one though. Right after I'm done typing, I'm going to clean up the place a little more, pack my bags and maybe eat a little breakfast. I'm going to leave the building by 11.30am to pick up my rental car for the weekend, then pick up Danny at home and Jo at work and jet to IKEA. Oh joy. It'll get us a nice mirror, so it's worth it. Time permitting, we'll maybe have some lunch, I'm going to tidy up some more and hit the road at around 4.30pm. Muehlhausen, Thueringen, and the final round of the COS-Series, that's where I'm going. This is where German Champions are made. More important is the fact that is is going to be the last edition of a series that could have been no bigger party. The level of skating was unbelievable, too... A lot of yells, loud whistling, and Boards pounded on copings still ring in my ear. Muehlhausen will be like that, too. The perfect skatepark for a good final.

Maybe I'll keep you posted. Maybe not. I'll be back though.

...is this? New stuff? Oh, don't worry, I'll do that again. Hey, pile of wax for a lousy Euro!

Sorry... I'll quit that soon.

Danny rules. Simon, however, does not rule. Don't you ever dare to call that early again. If there's one sure way to go to war with me, it's waking me up. If you have an austrian accent (like Simon) it'll just make it worse. I can't stand foreign languages before 8.30am.

My back feels better, but for today, I'm set with a terrible mood. A new jacket (thanks, Eric!) was not able to cheer me up, and I doubt it gets any better than a new jacket, so if you happen to see me today... It might be better not to talk to me at all.

Susanne from Four Music called the other day and asked me if I could shoot pictures at Beats 4 Life this year, but I had to turn her down. A year ago I would have killed somebody to get the chance, but I can't split myself in half. Beats 4 Life takes place in Cologne on November 30th, and by the time that kicks off, I'll be somewhere between hosting the Hamburg Diggeraller-Competition and shooting pictures of Busta Rhymes inside the Docks. Hard life. Bummer. Doesn't really lighten up my mood, no.

Today's motto: Fuck all. Please act accordingly.

Pickin' up... Good to see. That's some good stuff right there!

My back feels a little better. It's not back to his usual self, but it should be okay. No slipped disk, just a Hexenschuss like a mother... I think I watvhed "Shaft" once too often by now. My back would feel a lot better if that Dominatrix-Style nurse had let let that syringe in it's box. Instead, she slammed it into my hip, creating more pain than the whole saturday managed to. When I limped home I got myself a BILD and a Morgenpost, and both horoscopes warned me to steer clear of people and things I don't trust. I certainly put syringes in this category, and Doctors that shoot first and ask later, anyway... Does anybody know a good Chiropractic in or around Hamburg-St.Pauli?

I'm reading "The Dirt" once again. Great book. You should read it, too!

Forgot about this - I need to get rid of that stuff, and I need YOU to help me with that.

It's another ouch-weekend. Our neighbours from the first floor held their housewarming party on friday, and they made it way too easy to become shitfaced, so we all (Danny, Jo and, I) did. Needless to say, I spent 75% of my saturday in bed, feeling not good. When headache and nausea vanished, my lower back started acting up, and it didn't stop until I felt close to being paralyzed. Hence, last night was a nightmare. Now I'm waiting for the doc to show up, and I'd be willing to bet that this is the slipped disk I've been waiting for. I rather would have broken my arm again, because this sucks big time... Hurts like a motherfucker, things like lying, sitting, standing up, walking, and moving in general, are no real option.

Have a drink on me, and keep your fingers crossed. If there's one thing I don't want to deal with, then it's another visit to the hospital. Cheers.

That was funny Kazuma! Eyo Pille, did they steal your computer or what?

Want to get rid of that ad down there? You chose to type DavidLuther.de - use DOT COM instead!

NEW SHIT! New boards coming soon...

Those have to be friends of Kazuma. Pretty versatile, and more than funny. It's not too new, I know, but it's still pretty damn cool. Probably better than "Matrix - The Revolution".

We've got a new couch to potatoe-out on. Two matching chairs, too. Ugly colours, but very comfortable. This puts me under pressure - I need to clean up and sort all the stuff that's still in boxes - a little over two months after we moved in. I know it has to be done, and I feel kinda good while doing it... But I still hate it. Sort 10.000 photos... Who wants to do the job for me? I'll pay in stickers!

I never caught myself thinking: "If mom could see me now." Not until a couple of weeks ago, that is. Nowadays, whenever I'm cleaning the kitchen, or tidying up paperwork, or doing anything else I never used to do, I can hardly think about anything else. I can't help it either. It's all good though. It was about time I started to sort the most important things. Bills, for example. I hear that taxes can be a mean motherfucker, so I prefer to be prepared.

There's some changes ahead concerning DavidLuther.com - I won't tell you what kind of change exactly, you'll see it anyway. And if you're wondering what I'm talking about: quit using DavidLuther.de, and you'll be rid of those annoying ads on the bottom. Long live the curb, and the folks that made it happen...

Even though I feel like I didn't sleep at all, I still managed to dream some ill shit. During my school days (they are long gone) I never got caught smoking the green stuff - until last night. For some reason I went back to what felt like my elementary school, and there were all kinds of crumpled up plastic bags on my desk. Un-crumpling one of them I saw that there were some little bags inside, like, two-gram-bags. They weren't even mine, but Angela Merkel still managed to come into the room at the wrong time, saying something to the likes of: "That was it now, wasn't it?" Shocker. Later it turned out she was on the wacky tobaccy as well. There were a couple of familiar faces from high school as well. Now I know why it's called high school.

Don't be fooled by the timecode to the postings - I'm nine hours faster, because the US is pretty fuckin' far behind.

Have a nice day.

This is perfect, if you're hungry, but not done with your work yet. As I type this, I still have a page to write, but at the same time I'm waiting for my Lasagna. Yummy.

Yeah, I got back into writing a little. I'm not sure if I missed it. And, just in case you're wondering, I don't exactly label this blog as "writing". This just flows from my head and hands, it just happens - it's simply me about myself. Writing is something else. As I wrote yesterday, I transcribed a Blumentopf interview for Playboard Magazine (had theit new Photo Issue in the mail today - nice one)... Writing an intro for that one for example, that's writing. Writing about the COS series 2003 right now - that's writing (was I allowed to say that I do that?). As I said, I'm not too sure whether I missed it or not, but I'm having fun doing it. And if I get stuck, I simply write a bill. There's plenty of bills to be written. It makes me think of other stuff, and after a couple of minutes I can return to whatever it is that I'm working on, and type away like mad. The only bad thing about it: my back hurts. My shoulders, too. At the same time I know I'm producing something people will most likely like to read, so it's all good.

Damn... I wanted to write about something, but I forgot what it was. I'll move on to the next blog, maybe I'll remember.

Later!

Nice day today. I'm really learning to enjoy a self-made breakfast. It's still more comfortable to buy some somewhere, but right about now ... Eggs, toast, tea of choice, and, most importantly, all the time in the world. Gotta love that.

Finished typing the Blumentopf interview, added an intro, and that pretty much was my whole afternoon. Now I'm waiting for Ben Wes to call, for the gf to come home, and for the guy who called hours ago, telling me he'd drop by, bringing a couple million Euros with him. Wait - I might have dreamed that. in the mean time, I might just
play. Ah, no. Jo is home.

Back ... Had to hurry for a not-as-pleasing-as-expected lunch, but on the way there I enjoyed another strange way of fate. I was just about to explode in the face of some dork pushing a bicycle who made me step into mud, when a new song came out of my headphones. It happened to be some old Genesis song, really quiet and nice. The upcoming outburst was stopped immediately, I still didn't want to hear that song, so I skipped to the next, which happened to be "Wenn Zonis Reisen" by Tefla & Jaleel. This made me think of Jan Richter (+3.Okt 2002), and the moment he crossed my mind, the sun came out. Knowing that Jan alone is responsible for the good weather, which the Splash!-Festival 2003 got to enjoy, I immediatly felt like I was in good company. The ways of my iPod are more than strange sometimes.

But back to Halloween. This Wal Mart I was talking about was packed with young families, and it seemed to me like none of those were really in control of their siblings. Kids were running around everywhere, putting everything they could find into their pockets, while young mothers were chasing them up and down the aisles trying to stop those little bastards from robbing the place. Actually, this was the only funny thing. Even though it got me scared a little. What happens when they grow up? Pretty funny as well were all those older employees that never even heard about Halloween but still had to run around in silly costumes. The worst thing was the noise though. Howling wolves and strange noises, mostly played in two-second-loop, in every fucking corner. The woman at the cashier obviously had had too much of this - she was crosseyed and barked while speaking. Arf, arf! Horrible. Fuck that.

The rest of the weekend? Nice. My hangover didn't stop me from shooting some decent pictures of "Wir Sind Helden", and the sunday consisted of basically nothing. That is, until Opa Cobra, Patrick Eling, and Tim Taylor raided our place and almost drank all of our Jim Beam. They even made me get out of my chill clothes, because they insisted on showing me some bar, but when I was ready to go, they had already forgotten that plan again. After another hour of pretty senseless babble between Opa and Patrick I asked what was up with that bar, and they were wondering why I was in such a hectic mood out of a sudden. They weren't really able to say goodbye to our kitchen and ended up standing around trying to freestyle rap ... At some point I was fed up with it, kicked 16 bars off the top of my head, and told them what was on my mind. Pretty much put a verbal foot up their asses ... That was fun. After that no one seemed to be interested in rapping anymore, and we were finally out of the door. I checked out the bar, went back home, and enjoyed an evening with the gf. Large dinner, cinema, a nice walk through downtown Hamburg ... What a good evening that was. What a good weekend that was! I need more of those. Minus folks that come unannounced and empty my bar, of course. That sucked.

Hamburg is not that cold anymore and the next days are supposed to be nice. Maybe I'll manage to pull Patrick off the bottle to shoot some pictures with him, but it seems like quite a task. Keep your fingers crossed.

Read Danny, if you're capable of the german language. Really funny.

Apologies. Of course I should have written an E-Mail right away, I know that I started this mishap. Seriously. I'm sorry.

Thank you, Kazuma, for your wonderful thought about Halloween - Karneval is more than enough, I totally agree. Went shopping last friday ... The Wal Mart was halloweenerd-out to the fullest. It must have been the most horrible thing I've ever seen (so it kind of was what they wanted to accomplish), but when I see people that don't seem to know how to even fucking spell Halloween encouraging kids to sceam at the top of their lungs and the record lies at 122 dezibel ... I'M OUT. There were shitloads of young families... Hold on, phone rings...

Gotta jet. I have a lot to tell - come back later.

Ouch ... My head hurts. What happened? Did we go out last night? Probably. Even though I was a little bummed that the announced "Betty Funk Klinik" in this club called Betty Ford Klinik was more like a 80s party, we still had a lot of fun. We? Jo, Evelyn, Evelyn's sister and a firend of hers, who goes by the name of Lukas. Three different Michael Jackson songs in under 30 minutes ... That stops you from wondering why the DJ acts like there are a bunch of little children underneath his desk. The prices weren't funny at all, but whatever. Money's there for spending it.

If you like Muenster and it's inhabitants, it might be good for you to skip this paragraph ... Ours was a good time until some fat-ass (who wore a Spitfire T-Shirt, but clearly was no skater - just a fat fuck) bumped into Jo, making her spill her drink. Fat fuck was in company of two other gaylords, and instead of being gentlemen and simply getting her a new drink (they were expensive after all), they decided to bail. One of the gaylords moved to Hamburg six weeks ago as he told me, so I'll probably see him again. And if he does have the balls to return to my barrio, I'll make his face eat some glass. Fuckin' wankers. I wanted to kick their asses on the spot, but Jo wasn't having it, so Lukas told her to "go dance", and we went to search the culprits, but they got lucky. I hate stereotypes, but it seems to me like there's not the brightest breed down there in Westfalen. Of course there are exceptions to the rule... But check this one out: Last week I called the Titus Mailorder in Muenster to ask them to send a couple of the new Female Magalog to Seak. I didn't reach the person I wanted to talk to, but I left a message to call me back, so I could give them Seak's address. Of course they didn't call me back, they just sent a bunch of those Magalogs to my address in Hamburg. Thanks a lot, but we already had plenty. Now, am I supposed to pay porto to forward the Magalogs to Seak? I don't fuckin' think so! So, if you read this, here's two advices: 1. Stop thinking around corners. 2. Just pick up the damn phone and give me a call. No, wait ... I'll mail the address! That way I won't have the danger of making fun of you on the phone. And now, back to Hamburg ...

Tonight Wir Sind Helden are playing in Hamburg - last concert of their very successful tour. Danny got me a job as live photog, so I went to set up my flashes earlier, now I'm charging my batteries (and the ones for the flashes), and when I hit the mattress tonight, I'll probably pass out on the spot.

Have a nice saturday!