We had this party on Friday. It was planned to be kind of a session. My flatmate Patric aka Tony Tong provided a 60 minute-mix of his beats and four MCees together with two DJs should improvise over them.
We had a really dope venue on hand: an old, abandoned swimming hall, which looked, after carrying all the equipment and couches down there, like this:
Really dope and everyone loved it. Plus it even had some dope graffiti:
But as always when I’m involved in the organization certain things went totally wrong, which was that we didn’t have enough people – ca. 40-50 and 85% of them supporting their homies ( with 5% of those being already drunk at 11pm and lying around in wrenched positions on several couches:
But we had bread and cheese. And everyone had a good time with five rappers in 4 languages and plenty of dope beats. Geronimo was once again the guarantor for party with hour-long freestyling and singing along with the small but energetic crowd.
Unfortunately our three DJs got in a real childish rivalry on the turntables – actually only one of them who did not want the others to have their turns there – which resulted in all of them going home and Patric and me standing there whithout the proper equipment or any useful vinyl.
We got booed for not having a DJ but having announced an Aftershow-Party but we solved that problem really good with playing Sativo’s Tapemix as an mp3 and the crowd loved it
(the funny thing was that a shortly after I doubleclicked the file on my PC some unknown guy came in the door, straight walked down to the DJ-stand, then gave Patric a handshake and the question if he could scratch a little bit and then proceeded in doing so for at least one hour which gave all of the more drunken attendees the impression that he was just doing some one-turntable-mega-mix).
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Skip the next 32 hours and get back to a Sativo-mix. This time the dope Demotape and this time not on PC in Speyer but in a Walkman in Bergamo, Italy, where we landed half an hour ago and are now riding a bus to Milan, our destination.
“We”, thats me, a friend of mine and three more or less known dudes from the town I grew up who already astonished me in the bad way for talking straight through our 80-minute car-ride to Frankfurt/Hahn earlier on that still young day about Soccer-bets and rural gossip.
An awful mixture which sounded like:
Backseat right: “Aaah, I hope Juventus Turin wins .. aaah, I’m not sure if I should have betted on them.”
Backseat middle: “As long as Inter is going to win today I don’t care. But AC already got sacked against Roma yesterday ..”
Backseat left: “.. have you heard the news about ‘Unknown name’ ?”
Backseat middle: “Who ?”
Backseat left: “The cousin of ‘Unknown name’.. “
Backseat middle: “… you mean the guy who recently had a relationship with ‘Unknown name’ ?”
Backseat left: “Yeah, that’s the one. You won’t believe it, but he has impregnated ‘Unknown name’ !”
Backseat middle: “Oh shit ..”
Backseat left: “Yeah !”
Backseat right: “Aaaah, Juventus has to win !!”
And so on but this is of no more significance now because we have just reached the Milan central-station, the final stop for our bus on this cloudy day, and a very impressing example of the pompous style in which many public buildings were constructed in the Mussolini-era.
Tremendous, isn’t it ? Unfortunately they are restoring it right now and one could only see scaffolding inside.
On we went to the subway
– in which I immediately spotted a station called ‘Gorgonzola’ and in which we got followed for about 20 minutes by an elderly woman who we asked for the right direction and who then started to gesticulate like the wildest MCee couldn’t do better and spoke in an incredibly shrill and fast Italian –
and out we went at the Duomo Plaza. As I was walking up the stairs, the cathedral, second largest gothic church-building in the world for those who care (and No. 1 ain’t Cologne but Sevilla, for those who care further), slowly showed up in front of me.
To quote someone here:
“What a wonder it is! So grand, so solemn, so vast! And yet so delicate, so airy, so graceful! A very world of solid weight, and yet it seems …a delusion of frostwork that might vanish with a breath!”
And to post a picture here – not of the Duomo, for it was covered in maybe the same company’s scaffolding which I already had to see at the station and you will find way better images than I could ever take on Wikipedia, but of me during my first flight on a plane
with a copy of Mark Twain’s European travelwritings in my lap from which I quoted above.
So we went into that cathedral, Sandro and me. And the moment my eyes adjusted themselves to the dark I realized why it is said to be so big
And after my attention went finally down from these enormous highs, I realized that it was Palm Sunday.
That my chance to see the sculpture of the man with his own skin over his arm
– which is said to descend from Phidias, the man considered to be the greatest sculptor of the ancient world, whose lifework as well as his doom as well as one of the Seven Wonders was the Statue of Zeus at Olympia –
was gone, for the whole church was full of people and barriers and just as we wanted to leave this place, the heavy wooddoor flew open and a sturdy man pushed us gently but definitely to the side while a whole procession of clerical dignitaries, including a bishop as well as some hunched down old women with black veils, went past us.
Summary of 12 pm – 14 pm:
Went out, became an easy victim to the thugs from Senegal, cheating tourists. Got angry, then thoughtful, then kind of sad, digged the shopping mall. 19th-century style with some well-dressed ghettokids playing classic instruments. Praga everywhere, company reminded me that we ain’t here for culture but for soccer. Went out, decided to get drunk. Bar, beers, baffled – because bill said 10 EUR for 0,4 l. Thoughts of being in the wrong movie, took the subway, went to Mc Donalds. 2,50 for 0,3 l, should have gone there before. Walked down a long, battered avenue and saw the biggest horse-bronze ever.
Took a photo
and worried immediately that people who will see it afterwards won’t be aware of the proportions because I forgot to place human being next to it.
Walked around the corner, saw the Guiseppe-Meazza-Stadium. Paid 34 EUR just to have a closer look at that architectural masterpiece, others were looking forward to see Figo.
Saw Materazzi shooting an own-goal and Inter winning 2:1. Went back to the city, back to the station, back to Bergamo.
Bought a bottle of red wine for 6 EUR, went passably drunk in front of the airport and flew for the second time in my life – back home.
That party in the old swimming pool sounds dope! shame that more people didn’t come.. the world needs more ‘real heads’!
Sounds like you had a crazy trip.. can’t wait to start our tour now. your story has got me all excited! Need to get my digital camera sorted so i can get lots of pics!
Yeah man, same thing as it was with the Birthday Bash. But nowadays it’s the party factor that rules over the economic one for me .. so I don’t care, hehe.
What about your tour, Fade ?
Give me some dates, I’d be down with checking you out in Switzerland, got plenty of free time right now ..
damn, thats an epic blog-post, homes.. possibly the most epic one yet. that swimming-pool venue does look fresh, and props to sativo for rockin the party from hundreds of miles away… powwwww.
flo, all the switzerland dates are on our myspace. too many to remember properly. would be mad dope to see you at one of them.. get yourself down, playa! and bring mixtapes to hustle..
loving the pics and the anecdotes, yo!
need to take the third flight of your life over to the UK sometime soon… you knowdat.
best blog post to date!!! like a bedtime story.
YoYo,
whats going on fam???
Yo Florian you are sick! But the story is dope!
And the pic with the bottel of wine is some funny stuff! I like it!!!
Yeah and we need more true heads!!! Thats right!!!
But the show last Friday, was very good!!!
I was drunk as hell! But when u give me a mic, i rock the mic tight!!!
and Florian dont be worry, we got only 3 seconds to score to win the game!
so come on and rock rock on
peace
Thanks for the kind words, dudes.
And Props to Geronimo for finally finding his way out here !
i second those props.. its all about building community.