5.03.2003
Hamburg... My man Danny is MIA, it's windy and rainy and when we arrived last night the city was packed with cops - St. Pauli soccer standarts.
Titus called yesterday - I had been waiting for that call. He was pretty relaxed and friendly and asked me to send any criticism directly to his hands (he wasn't sure what the whole shebang was all about, as he didn't read the posts in that forum, nor this diary). On the one hand I enjoy the fact of having his full attention, on the other hand I'd feel like a cheater if I couldn't confront culprits directly and in front of everybody (which - as I like to think - is a bigger motivation for them to do a proper job). Anyway, he kindly asked me not to take part in any discussions on his Staff-Pages anymore, and I'll oblige to that. I doubt that he'll be too happy with the mail he is about to get...
Titus called yesterday - I had been waiting for that call. He was pretty relaxed and friendly and asked me to send any criticism directly to his hands (he wasn't sure what the whole shebang was all about, as he didn't read the posts in that forum, nor this diary). On the one hand I enjoy the fact of having his full attention, on the other hand I'd feel like a cheater if I couldn't confront culprits directly and in front of everybody (which - as I like to think - is a bigger motivation for them to do a proper job). Anyway, he kindly asked me not to take part in any discussions on his Staff-Pages anymore, and I'll oblige to that. I doubt that he'll be too happy with the mail he is about to get...
5.01.2003
These were a couple of really funny days... Seems like I started a pretty hefty Bockwurst-Discussion over at Titus, I just hope it doesn't fade away but actually provokes a couple of changes. Anyway, the most feedback I got for being almost too honest was positive. I got one anonymous comment on my current hairstyle that was slightly out of context and therefore does not count - must have been a Bockwurst I forgot.
Long time no see, Mr. Long Island Ice Tea - but it was once again a pleasure. Yesterday saw the premiere of Monster Movie Mag Number 15 at the Skater's Palace and the housewarming-party at Dave Siegl's new place, which is directly around the corner from the Palace. Both places were packed, lots of alcohol was being consumed and a good time was had by everyone in attendance. Oh yeah, the video rocks, even though I cannot be the one to tell you, because I'm in there quite often, so I can't be objective. "King Cobra" Patrick Eling finally reveals that we used to skate Inlines together back in the day... Of course we never did, but he tells it anyway - thanks Patrick, I was worried about my good reputation for a second, but just until I realised that I don't really have one at all.
Went back to the Palace to pick up my car this evening and arrived just in time to witness some kid dive-bomb head first into the flat of the vertramp on his second attempt at dropping in. He just didn't bend his knees at all, fell ten feet, broke his wrist and his mouth and knocked out a couple of his teeth - no pretty sight at all. The slam was dope though. TV-material, no doubt. Naschold and I were the only "adult" witnesses, we were sitting in the café, 40 ft. away from the ramp, and we could hear the "THUMB"-noise through the wall and the windows.
Tomorrow evening it's back to Hamburg, and there I'll stay for the next week.
One more thing: never EVER invest in electrical devices from a company called "AFK" (it's a really funny coincidence that this is also short for "Away From Keyboard", as this company pretty much seems to be away from everything) - I bought a cutter for my hair the other day, but if there's one thing this fuckin' thing won't do, then it's cutting. A fuckin' spoon could do a better job.
Nice weekend to y'all - even the haters.
D.
Long time no see, Mr. Long Island Ice Tea - but it was once again a pleasure. Yesterday saw the premiere of Monster Movie Mag Number 15 at the Skater's Palace and the housewarming-party at Dave Siegl's new place, which is directly around the corner from the Palace. Both places were packed, lots of alcohol was being consumed and a good time was had by everyone in attendance. Oh yeah, the video rocks, even though I cannot be the one to tell you, because I'm in there quite often, so I can't be objective. "King Cobra" Patrick Eling finally reveals that we used to skate Inlines together back in the day... Of course we never did, but he tells it anyway - thanks Patrick, I was worried about my good reputation for a second, but just until I realised that I don't really have one at all.
Went back to the Palace to pick up my car this evening and arrived just in time to witness some kid dive-bomb head first into the flat of the vertramp on his second attempt at dropping in. He just didn't bend his knees at all, fell ten feet, broke his wrist and his mouth and knocked out a couple of his teeth - no pretty sight at all. The slam was dope though. TV-material, no doubt. Naschold and I were the only "adult" witnesses, we were sitting in the café, 40 ft. away from the ramp, and we could hear the "THUMB"-noise through the wall and the windows.
Tomorrow evening it's back to Hamburg, and there I'll stay for the next week.
One more thing: never EVER invest in electrical devices from a company called "AFK" (it's a really funny coincidence that this is also short for "Away From Keyboard", as this company pretty much seems to be away from everything) - I bought a cutter for my hair the other day, but if there's one thing this fuckin' thing won't do, then it's cutting. A fuckin' spoon could do a better job.
Nice weekend to y'all - even the haters.
D.
4.28.2003
Never was a big fan of BMW, but Muenster-Hamburg in one hour and fifty minutes (270km, yesterday) and Hamburg-Bielefeld in 1.40h (250km, today) - that's not too bad for a 316i. I wanted to stay in Hamburg, but unforeseen (forgotten?) circumstances in Muenster forced a quick bail this morning, after I did an interview with Olli Banjo yesterday at Curse's show in Hamburg (that show is 160 minutes long and off the charts - Curse is touring until may 15th or something, featuring two support acts and a live band - if you have the chance, you should go see it). It's well worth the money, I promise. So we raced to Bielefeld this morning, got rid of the rental car - the mentioned Beamer - picked up my own car from the service and hobbled on to Muenster.
On the way to Muenster I had a call from Maik G., who wanted to know what the "Bockwurst" was all about, as he felt personally insulted... My bad. I just feel like I have to wake those folks up a little, because the way things are going, they make themselves look pretty... Clueless. I don't really deem "Bockwurst" an insult though - it's more like a "if you have no arms, you won't get any cookies" type o' thing. You don't have to understand that.
I didn't want to make it look like the whole company was going down the drain (and, actually, I don't think I did; plus: it's not), but I hear friends whining left and right about this and that - small stuff, like the ways a certain people handle certain things. I see captions and pages in the magazines that are wrong or that just plainly suck, and I've been complaining about stuff like that for years, only to hear: "Oh well, who cares anyway? Kids are Bockwuerste..." and stuff like that. I FUCKIN' DO CARE! Even though I don't work there anymore. And I am sure I'm not the only one who cares - Kids aren't as dumb as some folks may think, and if these folks don't (want to) hear me talking... Well, I'll shove it into their eyes. Theirs and yours. For them to finally WAKE THE FUCK UP, for you to maybe enjoy a little laugh here and there. Sorry if I offended you, it was all in the name of good fun. I was still drunk, too. And I am SICK of all the fake friendliness that goes around. There's a nice line from Curse saying: "I don't need you in my circle of friends, I've got homies galore"... Well, yes, actually it's in german of course, and I have to admit that it's slightly out of context. What I am trying to say is: If you refuse to listen, I'll let you read.
Hier stehe ich, ich kann nicht anders. (Martin Luther)
Have a nice day.
D.
On the way to Muenster I had a call from Maik G., who wanted to know what the "Bockwurst" was all about, as he felt personally insulted... My bad. I just feel like I have to wake those folks up a little, because the way things are going, they make themselves look pretty... Clueless. I don't really deem "Bockwurst" an insult though - it's more like a "if you have no arms, you won't get any cookies" type o' thing. You don't have to understand that.
I didn't want to make it look like the whole company was going down the drain (and, actually, I don't think I did; plus: it's not), but I hear friends whining left and right about this and that - small stuff, like the ways a certain people handle certain things. I see captions and pages in the magazines that are wrong or that just plainly suck, and I've been complaining about stuff like that for years, only to hear: "Oh well, who cares anyway? Kids are Bockwuerste..." and stuff like that. I FUCKIN' DO CARE! Even though I don't work there anymore. And I am sure I'm not the only one who cares - Kids aren't as dumb as some folks may think, and if these folks don't (want to) hear me talking... Well, I'll shove it into their eyes. Theirs and yours. For them to finally WAKE THE FUCK UP, for you to maybe enjoy a little laugh here and there. Sorry if I offended you, it was all in the name of good fun. I was still drunk, too. And I am SICK of all the fake friendliness that goes around. There's a nice line from Curse saying: "I don't need you in my circle of friends, I've got homies galore"... Well, yes, actually it's in german of course, and I have to admit that it's slightly out of context. What I am trying to say is: If you refuse to listen, I'll let you read.
Hier stehe ich, ich kann nicht anders. (Martin Luther)
Have a nice day.
D.
