I talk a lot. And I travel a lot, too – and lately everywhere I go it’s the same. My (male) friends complain that it’s “too hard.” I’m not talking about the recession, not at all. I’m talking about the pleasure site of life – having sex. Back in the days you would even call it “making love” but i guess that’s over. First of all, I’m not really complaining. I’m more asking myself where did it suddenly come from. It doesn’t matter if girlfriend, one night stand or f-buddy. Sexy-times are “hard times” now – all over the world. Forget compliments bout your opponents pretty necklace – choke her. You think she want’s to come over for dinner tomorrow night to have a glass of wine and watch a nice movie – just get your dick sucked on the way home in the taxi and drop her off (plus she gotta pay half of the ride). I remember I went out with two girls at the same time back in High School and I got in trouble. Besides the two girls teaming up against me (after the found out), half of my best friends turned back on me and told me I’m the biggest prick in the world – If I’m doing that today both girls say” “You’re fucking that girl, too? That’s hot!” So as a native black forrest born county kid I’m slightly confused. Is this the new midlife crisis girls get when they are about to turn 30? I mean otherwise I can not explain talking to a girl last Saturday introducing herself as “Blase Hase” (That’s German for “blow job bunny”) and asking me if I wanna try her out?! Luckily I’m pretty good with adapting and a fast learner. I’m attending Kick Boxing classes already in case this summer choking is not enough.

I guess people who browse by here once in a while already know – I’m a lazy Blogger. But in this case I had to share my feelings with you internet folks. I’ve just been to the best place in the world, well I’m actually still in. Endless free flow of Haagen Dazs ice cream, sausages and a live pop-corn machine. The Emirates Children Food Court in Dubai. The only thing you need is to have a dad (or mum) holding a business class ticket to enter the lounge (Or be a sneakty freakquent traveler). In both ways you will end up with belly pains. But in my case I don’t have to ask my parents presmission to go to the “adult-bar” to get some medicine on the rocks.

The 60 days of my L Tourist Visa are expired, time to go back to Berlin. (Yeah) Last time here in December I was just incredibly jet-lagged and that beer-punch in my face didn’t help too much either. I still suffer from that accident cause my insurance never paid me back the hospital costs. “Find the girl, they said and get the money from her.” But this time everything will be better. I will follow the safety rules at parties in order to enjoy my stay. Like last night. I went to Berlin’s Actor Go Kart Racing Cup. Schowi, Mr. Hip Hop Don’t Stop “Jumpy” and me got picked up at 5pm – but some how the party-race didn’t start until 11pm so I made friends at the buffet with plenty famous German actors, getting more drunk and awake with every sip of red bull vodka. Friday Night I’m playing here at Rodeo so more silliness to come.

This Saturday, if you’d happen to be in Frankfurt…

The MTV clip to District 9

Still I feel horrible, eating no pasta, only one coffee a day and life sucks. Big Time. Ach, at least there is the Internet

The East opens up…  Passion was unfortunately not with me in Moscow but we had a great time buying underwear for my girlfriend in Stuttgart a few days before. (And I have to admit I just like to post pictures of him because he is always smiling)

Zombie Disco Squad & Solo – The dance (MediaFire)

The Breeders – Cannonball (Nhan & Taan Bootleg Mix) (MediaFire)

And my favorite:

Riva Starr – I was Drunk (4 4 Remix) (MediaFire)

Another bunch of my friends are now jealous. “Oh, Uh, Ah, you’re in Berlin now, so cool.” No offense Mr. Kennedy, I wouldn’t call myself a “Berliner” yet. For me it’s just another big city with a lot of  work ahead. But I miss my screaming chinese neighbors, the fact I can’t walk into an EDKA and ask if I can get the cheese cheaper and I’m always confused how to trow away trash. No clue what type of trash belongs in which trash-can. There are just so many now, impossible to keep tracking! But hey. Enough, I like being back. Home cooked food, friendly Vodaphone employees and great haircuts for less then 10 Euros. And Kebab smell everywhere I go. Besides that I still travel a lot while being here. I did a few shows in Munich, organized a Bananas in Stuttgart together with DJ Passion and this week I play Cookies in Berlin with Mr. “Hip Hop Don’t Stop” Jumpy.

Here’s some pics from a movie-premiere I played in Ulm:

The week before I got punched but hey, I saw Santa a few days later in a Korean Restaurant before he went off to work:

More silliness and the Yum Yum Krauts in Munich:

Queen & The Muppets – yeah