Hard Times

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.

Lucky you!

Remember the mix I did with Passion. It’s from Bananas last week in Stuttgart. I got tipsy again and wrote silly stuff on the “wall.”

Monsters Do Exist

I always had a fetish for taking pictures of Burgers. Most of them I photographed I think I never ate. Too many scary movies came out how 23% (and more) of Americas finest Beef Patties is cow pooh. I stick with chicken – but these burgers are not worth to be published.

Since Halloween is coming up soon, (I play a show in Aachen) but I don’t have the flyer to put up I thought I share some “scary monster burger pics” with ya’ll. Bon Appetite.

Oh, If you ever make it to Shanghai, I’d reccomend the Mc Rabbit. Pretty Jumpy!

Electro Grass

I played with Dan (as The Bananas) last weekend at the completely amazing JZ Festival on the Electro Grass Stage. After half an hour  of rocking on stage it turned dark and we could see all lights of the city pop on. What a view! Besides that there was a super crowd throwing Bananas at us. I take it as an compliment, thanx. Make sure to check out all pics here.

When I get dr*nk

When I get dr*nk I do silly things. Just like this:

…it’s always important to leave with a smile.

Pass the Courvoisier: Busta Bus feat. J. Holiday – Hits For The Days (zshare)

Who’s the boss?

Passion is still in Shanghai. Besides exploring interesting animals (bbqed) on the street we decided to record a mixtape. I organized a studio, brought Serato, Turntables, Mixer and my Sound-Card. Latter just wouldn’t work. After playing with dogs, watching old Eazy-E videos on Youtube and eating pie we finally did something productive; taking new press photos.

(Maybe I should have mentioned that the studio we were hooking up our equipment was VISUAL TWO, from my favorite Photographer Guiseppe Ciaola.)

Pics by Guiseppe Ciaola

Passion in Shanghai – Bird Call

To tiered to write write now, besides DJ Passion already has a short summery on his blog. Just let the pics speak for now. More “blurry” news later.

Eat More Yellow Bananas

Taxis overcharging you? Too weak to break a fortune-cookie and tired of being skinny? We got the solution, eat more YELLOW BANANAS.

Lot’s of Biceps-Bass this Saturday, 10th at LoGo with Ben Huang, Kamikaze & elnomo. Come by and get strong, we know you need it.

The freaks come out at night

I didn’t have to deejay the night after I go back from Hong Kong, but was “le tiered” and went to bed very early.
Few hours later I woke up by the annoying voice of Sponge Bob (I left the TV on). Checking my texts everybody was missing me and still expected me to come out. At 6am in the morning. Mind was weak, body strong and rested and I thought, hey why not. So went to Dragon. Holy shit. It’s been a while I went out that “late.” Good friends seemed “different.” Mostly everyone was in love with each other, was rather very quiet or talking a lot. This one girl discovered herself in the mirror, I just hope she didn’t try to go home with herself and breaking her owen heart.

I tried to order a Latte but got a White Russian, which I tried to give the girl in the mirror. Didn’t work. Maybe 3 hours later when the staff started closing the club I was exhausted (again) and couldn’t believe that everyone still wanted to keep on going. This was the point where I got weak, too. I went outside and bought some white, the best from the market and available at this hour. Super Socks.

Kamikaze-Kittens

Last night I found 5 lovely kittens next to my doorstep. They smell a tiny little bit like milky-vomit, but are so incredibly cute, that after 1 minute you won’t mind anymore. Grab then as long they are tiny and fit in a shoe-box.