7.03.2003
Heard a rumour today - I guess it was supposed to be a joke spread by Oli Kahl... I'd be fuckin' happy if I had Koeln-Verbot, but... Who's gonna supervise that? I'm still don't have a bit of respect for Hannes A., and that guy couldn't even catch a cold, let alone me. Koeln-Verbot. Sounds like cologne should be the place I want to be - but it's not. I mean, HELLO! Hannes lives in Cologne. Doesn't that say everything about that "city"? It's more like an inbred village. I've lived around the area for almost 20 years, so I know what I am talking about: fake fucks. Fake humor, fake friendlyness, fake, fake, fake. The fakeness one can experience in Cologne is unique - you won't find that in Hamburg, for example. Someone from Hamburg will honestly tell you that you, your life, and your family sucks, signalising that you two never have to communicate again (like I did with Hannes). Someone from Cologne would never be that honest (Adi P. would, but he's the exception to the rule). They couldn't, even if they wanted to. It's sad. They'd be brilliant politicians.
Anyway, I'll be on the road again tonight, and Hannes' sorry ass is nailed to a shitty life in Cologne... Need I say more? I shouldn't talk about that, I'm making myself feel bad. Leipzig is our city of choice this weekend - The "With Full Force" Festival hosts a C.o.S. Vert competition. Should be fun. And loud. Slayer are playing live... Can't wait.
Heard a couple of very interesting things during the last couple of days... Seems like a huge European distributor finally does what he should have done some weeks ago already - he's letting people go. You could say "he's firing" as well. Rumour has it that over 100 workes were switch hired during the last four weeks. Nobody is really talking about it though, so please, do handle this like the rumour that it is. Rumours don't have to be true. I'll have more of those next week... Maybe even another Bockwurst as well.
Talking about Bockwursts: Tilman just called me to ask whether I could shoot some pictures for MSM in Leipzig. I happily will, but whatever happened to the House Of Titus plan not to work with me anymore? Oh well, forget that question. I like those guys and of course I'll do stuff for them, even though they reacted like little kids when I told them what I think of their actions and work. My pleasure, again.
Last advice: If you really have a problem with other people's opinions, and your everyday-stress, a little less cocaine could work wonders. I don't do that stuff, so I can't really tell - I heard not doing Coke will put an end to your stomach-problems as well...
Anyway, I'll be on the road again tonight, and Hannes' sorry ass is nailed to a shitty life in Cologne... Need I say more? I shouldn't talk about that, I'm making myself feel bad. Leipzig is our city of choice this weekend - The "With Full Force" Festival hosts a C.o.S. Vert competition. Should be fun. And loud. Slayer are playing live... Can't wait.
Heard a couple of very interesting things during the last couple of days... Seems like a huge European distributor finally does what he should have done some weeks ago already - he's letting people go. You could say "he's firing" as well. Rumour has it that over 100 workes were switch hired during the last four weeks. Nobody is really talking about it though, so please, do handle this like the rumour that it is. Rumours don't have to be true. I'll have more of those next week... Maybe even another Bockwurst as well.
Talking about Bockwursts: Tilman just called me to ask whether I could shoot some pictures for MSM in Leipzig. I happily will, but whatever happened to the House Of Titus plan not to work with me anymore? Oh well, forget that question. I like those guys and of course I'll do stuff for them, even though they reacted like little kids when I told them what I think of their actions and work. My pleasure, again.
Last advice: If you really have a problem with other people's opinions, and your everyday-stress, a little less cocaine could work wonders. I don't do that stuff, so I can't really tell - I heard not doing Coke will put an end to your stomach-problems as well...
6.29.2003
As I write this, we are already working on a full-blown website. Fotos, movies, bi-lingual diary – no forum, no guestbook. Want to tell me something? Send a mail. I don’t want to host a platform for stupid discussions and sick little boys like Hannes Aurand.
This is a personal thing – it’s a diary after all. I hardly get really personal, but it’s time to throw a little mud. Enjoy.
The power of the written word is a wonderful thing. A written word could get you far, and it could send you tumbling as well. You know what’s up with the written word, you touch newspapers or magazines once in a while, too. A couple of weeks ago I wrote about two guys – I called them Bockwursts for short. Both are masters of the written word (or pretend to be), both are pretty influential, and both were pissed. They had a reason, I could see their point. They failed to see mine though – and I doubt they’ll ever see it.
Now, there’s a fine line between bluntly dissing someone, and delivering a swift, motivational kick to the butt. From what I hear this one worked perfectly for at least one of the Bockwursts, as he is working his bruised ass off to get things rolling and right – that’s a good thing, no? Never mind, my pleasure. The other Bockwurst prefers to lie in my face with a smile in his, but I didn’t really expect anything else anyway, so I won’t bother. Seems to be a popular thing to do in Muenster nowadays. Some guy from the south made it fashionable or something.
Smalltown-mentality is dangerous sometimes, but more often than not, it just makes me laugh. I shared a good one with the owner of a pretty popular fashion brand yesterday, who told me he recieved a phonecall from some Titus Mailorder bigwig, who tried to tell him not to „book“ me as a model for the magalog anymore – he never "booked" me before, anyway, and I certainly didn't do it for the easy money, but the fun. It’s so ridiculous... I certainly won’t miss that joke they pay every three months for standing around in clothing that I wouldn’t wear to save my life. Okay, I don’t want to exaggerate, they have nice stuff as well of course. But sometimes I really wondered what they had been thinking while choosing the outfits. There’s more stuff like that happening in Muenster, but I don’t want to give away too much. I’d have to reveal a Bockwurst of the 35th chamber, and wreck a good happening in the process, but that would take me ages, so I’ll just wait until next week, turn around, and throw some mud another way.
It must have been a little over three years ago that I got an Email from Sandra Seeger or Natalie Holzner – I’m not sure anymore who exactly sent that one. Attached was a mail from two guys from Cologne, as they had had an idea they thought was worth to be told to someone with money It went something like this: Our publishing agency would supply them with a car, laptops, cameras, mobile phones, hotel rooms, and money for gas and food (all in all a 40000 Euro budget, I’d estimate), and they would deliver a book, a skateboarding guide, covering every big city in Europe – including spots, cheap accomodation and food, nightlife and other useful knowledge. A good idea, but not a new one – at this point there were already two books like that on the american market, not to mention countless websites. Ever heard of Google? Does this sound like a paid holiday? Touring Europe for a couple of weeks, all expenses paid? Sounds fantastic – and it was. I don’t know what they thought, but the agency didn’t have the money, plus, there are way cheaper ways to accomplish such a thing. The help of locals, for example. We didn’t want to cut those boys off, because they sparked the project, but at some point and after a couple of meetings they bailed out of it. I never got to know why, I heard they felt like they were getting ripped off, but I don’t know for sure. They had a vision, I would have liked to work with them. Maybe they were pissed, because the agency wasn’t spitting crazy cash like they expected or something. Who knows. End of story: Carsten Bo... Uhm... Bauer and I made the book a reality. We had a lot of help from friendly people all over Europe, it took us some places too, I broke my elbow in the process, and so on. It took us two years and seemed like a cursed thing, but it got done. Somewhere in the midst of putting it together, I got this mail from hannesfaurand@hotmail.com, with „Schwanzlutcher vom feinsten“ in the subject:
„david du schwule nutte.ich hasse dich .und hoffe das deine eltern dir ausser geld auch ein bisschen intellekt und style in deinen after geschoben haben.
hate out.du poserkind“
Hannes is not the brightest person on this planet. Not only, that he seriously thought someone would stuff 40 G up his ass and send him out around the planet – he wasn’t aware of the fact that emails do have a „From:“-line, too. A friend of Hannes told me that a couple of weeks after I got that mail. He was obviously drunk when he wrote that, so I just answered: „Yes, they did – thanks for caring!“, and then decided to do just like his parents did all his life: I ignored him. We finished the book, and pretty much a year after that first mail Hannes started talking shit about me in the Mail Dpt. of skateboardmsm.de. It wasn’t exactly talking shit – he posted ridiculous, legasthenic stuff and signed that with my name. To top it all off, he faked my answers too. How sick is that? He’s got a pretty fuckin’ dumb girlfriend named Bonita, so it’s no big wonder he’s such a jerk.
The reason I write this? I met Hannes yesterday. Went to Bonn to host a vert competition, and up he came, asking what was up with me. I returned that very same question and proceeded to tell him what I thought of his actions, using as much arrogance as I possibly could – I was pretty happy I could finally tell him what a fucked-up looser I think he his. When I was done I turned around and left. Homeboy reacted with the impressive gesture of the erected middlefinger, then bitchslapped me in the face when he passed me a little later. For a second I thought about redesigning his face with the microphone I had in my pocket, but that would have done too much damage – damage maybe resulting in bills, and the last thing I’d do is give that fucko money. I still don’t know what Hannes’ problem is. Too bad he can’t write too good... I’ll probably never know. Hannes, deine Familie is’n Scheissverein, und du bist der Praesident (thx Denyo 77).
Oh, you want to know about the contest? Sascha Mueller won 1000 Euros with really impressive skating, Juergen Horrwarth had a little bad luck in the final, got second and 500 Euros and Bob Joosten got third. The weather was good, the music was loud (the guys at the RedBull Defender had fun sabotaging Andi Spiess and myself by pushing the volume to the max and shutting down the mics and speakers at will) the organization was chaotic, and a lot of fun was had by all. Well, Hannes seemed to have a bad day as you know now... But everybody else enjoyed themselves. The best thing was meeting all the old friends... Frank, Zwiebel, Sabine, Mike... It was like back in 1992, almost.
Almost forgot some more old friends... Graffiti-Artist Seak had a vernissage in Cologne last friday and was kind enough to invite me. Went there, shot some fotos, and then it became so crowded we bailed out and drove to Honnef, the city I grew up in, where we met Jan, Alex, and Alex’ wife Andrea. Stayed at Alex new house, and went to Bonn in the morning. Jan and Alex are really old friends. I’ve known Jan ever since we went to Kindergarten together. Hadn’t seen them in years – that was really good.
Did I say it looks like Danny and I found a place in Hamburg? I can’t remember... Well, if not, I’ll tell you later.
Later!
This is a personal thing – it’s a diary after all. I hardly get really personal, but it’s time to throw a little mud. Enjoy.
The power of the written word is a wonderful thing. A written word could get you far, and it could send you tumbling as well. You know what’s up with the written word, you touch newspapers or magazines once in a while, too. A couple of weeks ago I wrote about two guys – I called them Bockwursts for short. Both are masters of the written word (or pretend to be), both are pretty influential, and both were pissed. They had a reason, I could see their point. They failed to see mine though – and I doubt they’ll ever see it.
Now, there’s a fine line between bluntly dissing someone, and delivering a swift, motivational kick to the butt. From what I hear this one worked perfectly for at least one of the Bockwursts, as he is working his bruised ass off to get things rolling and right – that’s a good thing, no? Never mind, my pleasure. The other Bockwurst prefers to lie in my face with a smile in his, but I didn’t really expect anything else anyway, so I won’t bother. Seems to be a popular thing to do in Muenster nowadays. Some guy from the south made it fashionable or something.
Smalltown-mentality is dangerous sometimes, but more often than not, it just makes me laugh. I shared a good one with the owner of a pretty popular fashion brand yesterday, who told me he recieved a phonecall from some Titus Mailorder bigwig, who tried to tell him not to „book“ me as a model for the magalog anymore – he never "booked" me before, anyway, and I certainly didn't do it for the easy money, but the fun. It’s so ridiculous... I certainly won’t miss that joke they pay every three months for standing around in clothing that I wouldn’t wear to save my life. Okay, I don’t want to exaggerate, they have nice stuff as well of course. But sometimes I really wondered what they had been thinking while choosing the outfits. There’s more stuff like that happening in Muenster, but I don’t want to give away too much. I’d have to reveal a Bockwurst of the 35th chamber, and wreck a good happening in the process, but that would take me ages, so I’ll just wait until next week, turn around, and throw some mud another way.
It must have been a little over three years ago that I got an Email from Sandra Seeger or Natalie Holzner – I’m not sure anymore who exactly sent that one. Attached was a mail from two guys from Cologne, as they had had an idea they thought was worth to be told to someone with money It went something like this: Our publishing agency would supply them with a car, laptops, cameras, mobile phones, hotel rooms, and money for gas and food (all in all a 40000 Euro budget, I’d estimate), and they would deliver a book, a skateboarding guide, covering every big city in Europe – including spots, cheap accomodation and food, nightlife and other useful knowledge. A good idea, but not a new one – at this point there were already two books like that on the american market, not to mention countless websites. Ever heard of Google? Does this sound like a paid holiday? Touring Europe for a couple of weeks, all expenses paid? Sounds fantastic – and it was. I don’t know what they thought, but the agency didn’t have the money, plus, there are way cheaper ways to accomplish such a thing. The help of locals, for example. We didn’t want to cut those boys off, because they sparked the project, but at some point and after a couple of meetings they bailed out of it. I never got to know why, I heard they felt like they were getting ripped off, but I don’t know for sure. They had a vision, I would have liked to work with them. Maybe they were pissed, because the agency wasn’t spitting crazy cash like they expected or something. Who knows. End of story: Carsten Bo... Uhm... Bauer and I made the book a reality. We had a lot of help from friendly people all over Europe, it took us some places too, I broke my elbow in the process, and so on. It took us two years and seemed like a cursed thing, but it got done. Somewhere in the midst of putting it together, I got this mail from hannesfaurand@hotmail.com, with „Schwanzlutcher vom feinsten“ in the subject:
„david du schwule nutte.ich hasse dich .und hoffe das deine eltern dir ausser geld auch ein bisschen intellekt und style in deinen after geschoben haben.
hate out.du poserkind“
Hannes is not the brightest person on this planet. Not only, that he seriously thought someone would stuff 40 G up his ass and send him out around the planet – he wasn’t aware of the fact that emails do have a „From:“-line, too. A friend of Hannes told me that a couple of weeks after I got that mail. He was obviously drunk when he wrote that, so I just answered: „Yes, they did – thanks for caring!“, and then decided to do just like his parents did all his life: I ignored him. We finished the book, and pretty much a year after that first mail Hannes started talking shit about me in the Mail Dpt. of skateboardmsm.de. It wasn’t exactly talking shit – he posted ridiculous, legasthenic stuff and signed that with my name. To top it all off, he faked my answers too. How sick is that? He’s got a pretty fuckin’ dumb girlfriend named Bonita, so it’s no big wonder he’s such a jerk.
The reason I write this? I met Hannes yesterday. Went to Bonn to host a vert competition, and up he came, asking what was up with me. I returned that very same question and proceeded to tell him what I thought of his actions, using as much arrogance as I possibly could – I was pretty happy I could finally tell him what a fucked-up looser I think he his. When I was done I turned around and left. Homeboy reacted with the impressive gesture of the erected middlefinger, then bitchslapped me in the face when he passed me a little later. For a second I thought about redesigning his face with the microphone I had in my pocket, but that would have done too much damage – damage maybe resulting in bills, and the last thing I’d do is give that fucko money. I still don’t know what Hannes’ problem is. Too bad he can’t write too good... I’ll probably never know. Hannes, deine Familie is’n Scheissverein, und du bist der Praesident (thx Denyo 77).
Oh, you want to know about the contest? Sascha Mueller won 1000 Euros with really impressive skating, Juergen Horrwarth had a little bad luck in the final, got second and 500 Euros and Bob Joosten got third. The weather was good, the music was loud (the guys at the RedBull Defender had fun sabotaging Andi Spiess and myself by pushing the volume to the max and shutting down the mics and speakers at will) the organization was chaotic, and a lot of fun was had by all. Well, Hannes seemed to have a bad day as you know now... But everybody else enjoyed themselves. The best thing was meeting all the old friends... Frank, Zwiebel, Sabine, Mike... It was like back in 1992, almost.
Almost forgot some more old friends... Graffiti-Artist Seak had a vernissage in Cologne last friday and was kind enough to invite me. Went there, shot some fotos, and then it became so crowded we bailed out and drove to Honnef, the city I grew up in, where we met Jan, Alex, and Alex’ wife Andrea. Stayed at Alex new house, and went to Bonn in the morning. Jan and Alex are really old friends. I’ve known Jan ever since we went to Kindergarten together. Hadn’t seen them in years – that was really good.
Did I say it looks like Danny and I found a place in Hamburg? I can’t remember... Well, if not, I’ll tell you later.
Later!
