1.31.2004
Yes.
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!
1.35pm-4.05pm CDG-LAX.
Nah' mean?
I hope to be back by wednesday evening. Have a nice weekend!
1.29.2004
Cypress Hill
Hey, before I forget this... 9 albums since 1991, and you don't have a single question? cypresshill@davidluther.com. Pen to paper please.
Fuck.
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.
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.
1.28.2004
1, 2, 1, 2...
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.
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.
1.26.2004
Seek and Destroy
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!
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!
