…and i still managed to make two low fi videos. here we go. MRSH is a store keeper from witten, i met him once with jannis in a studio in wittens woods: an empty factory hall with a build in studio, to be exact. 7 people sat on old couches, drinking, gettin high. someone showed me the build in studio, where we walked over 5 more guys who slept in that strange, big compressed wood-shelter. merch didnt stop talkin crazy during the rest of the night and id bet a hunni that they spent a thousand nights like that before. his acapella is crazy like his monologues.
brenna really rocked it, i missed all the rap shows, but this one even fits better on schakkerhart.com. stumpf.

when i counted the bottles after getting up i recognized how much i had drunk the night b4. five of them during one phone conversation? wohin? the rest of the day didnt feel too productive, still i could finish an article about terry lynn next to the daily BI. then, b4 i got a chance to make a song out of some ideas i had, weekend came. that might seem weird for you if you work a 9 to 5, but since i live in a constant-weekend timezone, i allways wish for two more hours to get shit done before the party starts. most concerts of friends i go to, i only see the encore and the afterparty.

anyways, i had planned to watch feuer über deutschland, a dvd i am on, with marlon. plus jayjay had asked me to step by because he couldnt leave the house. some eye infection or something.. when i finally remembered Brennas release concert in hagen, it added up to too much for one evening. i cancelled meeting jay. he started betting^^- fucks one up to see six friends get loaded for a party you cant go to.. done did that too many times myself. i felt sorry but decided he wouldnt have cancelled anything for me if it was the other way around. hey pal, you started that unloyal bullshit.
marlon finally called like “sorry pal, just watch that thang alone, we gotta go to frankfurt to kick some asses.” – “no prob, i’m going to hagen now anyways. whats up with you fellas?” – “ah nothing, just somebody we have to knock and them boys want me with them” – “okay watch yourself”. never knew he got down like that, but whatever. at least some loyalty left in this stinking world.
meanwhile i chatted with two editors and blackballed a video project because they had fucked up the sound. four hours extra time for one of em and i still had to kick it. i ended all conversations, filled the flachmann with dew, grabbed a piece of the newspaper and went to catch the train. one hour of bouncing sefyu on the fucking qbowl and typing bullshit in my mobile ahead..

why do music sessions allways end with conversations about drugs and violence?

this time i was in hagen with brenna and clitko to produce a new hakke rap beat. used the korg triton and some cubase plugs and the outcome is real nice. brenna is a drummer, next to rapper and producer, so he knocked the drums in like it was nuthin.

brenna hittin the triton

crack pipe clitko

buddha brenna

jesus is watchin you

Clitkos girl put big Jesus in the crib, since he put him under a blanket i guess he made him nervous. like, ‘turn off dat porn you knowe thats a sin, pal’.

balalaika brenna