Good evening (good morning in the US),
time to debrief from last night/this morning. another all night rager. yesterday afternoon, aaron and I were taking a stroll down Vermlandsgade (big ups to Amager) and passed an anti-coal protest march going from the center to the power plant nearby. There were a lot of people and plenty of police escorts moving the protest along. Traffic was severely backed up and many people got creative with how to wiggle out of the gridlock, usually by driving on the sidewalk or bike lane.
Later on, we went down to Christiania with a bottle of gin and seven cones to chill out and go to the big birthday party. The whole city was very full of people and there was loud electro playing from a massive stage erected in the field. We ran into some of our friends around the area and on Pusher St. people were lighting flying lanterns (crazy!) and almost burnt down a tree and a building.Some kid tripping out on some drugs came over and started talking to me. He was pretty entertaining but made no sense.
We chilled at the party and got down to the jams until hunger got the best of us and we went on a falafel run to a place I shall never return to (later in the night I returned for another falafel and they were out of falafel and hummus and pretty much everything. They should have been more on top of their game.). On the way back, we met up with our friend Tobias (you remember him from August 30th's post). Tobias is the self-proclaimed best rapper in Svendborg (and a very entertaining drunk). I battle rapped him 3 times and completely demolished him. In fact, he personally bestowed me with the title of DK's best rapper.
We were all sitting at the tables at Nemoland when a dancer jumped up on the table, fed beers to people, wet her bra repeatedly, and proceeded to give a strip show in front of us. Pretty crazy shit. We ran into our friend Cecilie randomly but soon lost her and went back to the electro concert. While Aaron and I were on a beer run, our friend Ellen had to help some girl who was ODing on molly. She ended up in an ambulance and I hope all is well with her.
So long story short, we chilled at the electro show all night (it also had a great lightshow!) and then went to the water to watch the sunrise. After hustling through to cold to get home, we finally fell asleep at 8.
Woke up at 2, went to see the Royal Copenhagen showroom at 3, came back and ate some pizza and am going to go to bed very early tonight to recover.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Saturday, September 26, 2009
He actually thought he was the King of Kebab
Good morning readers. It is finally the weekend again, and that can only mean one thing, new blog! Homeboy Aaron is to my left sleeping on the floor and I am barely awake, but at my tiredest can't seem to sleep. Random tidbit: I found a place that gives away Vice magazine (which is always good for a laugh or two) right across from my school. This makes me very happy because I rarely stumble upon a Vice, but when I do, most of the shit in there is hilarious. I especially love DOs and DON'Ts. Maybe I am just a big enough of an asshole to appreciate the humor in there.
Anywho....
Last night, I took my friends out to a party in Nørrebro in a little courtyard behind King of Kebab. There was a ragin DJ (yes, he dropped some dubstep on us) and a lot of drunk people. Needless to say, good time by all. This last week I have been working on getting my new band ILLDØØMINATI on the track and have been downloading soft synths galore while being really confused at computer stuff.
While taking a piss/restocking on beer, some other people told us about some party at the other end of the block. Didn't sound too bangin from the outside so we didn't go. We all checked out King of Kebab for the first time, and they do make a tasty falafel indeed. I was waiting outside with my beer and I met some cool Jamaican guy who had to turn away from our conversation every 5 seconds to holler at girls (most of whom were walking with a guy already).
My Danish floormate Cecilie came and joined is later in the night and we went down to Christiania. There was a big stage on the field there and people were testing the lights for today's big birthday party (Christiania is 38 today). This ended in a massive light show creeping through the fog and was very trippy.
After walking back home, Aaron and I noshed out in the kitchen and then passed out. Relatively tame night I suppose. Tomorrow's post will probably be a little more entertaining.
Peace out and take care, or as the Danes would say: flimflømmeåføøffåæføåøæfåøåæø*
*just kidding, Danish is a little more complicated.
Anywho....
Last night, I took my friends out to a party in Nørrebro in a little courtyard behind King of Kebab. There was a ragin DJ (yes, he dropped some dubstep on us) and a lot of drunk people. Needless to say, good time by all. This last week I have been working on getting my new band ILLDØØMINATI on the track and have been downloading soft synths galore while being really confused at computer stuff.
While taking a piss/restocking on beer, some other people told us about some party at the other end of the block. Didn't sound too bangin from the outside so we didn't go. We all checked out King of Kebab for the first time, and they do make a tasty falafel indeed. I was waiting outside with my beer and I met some cool Jamaican guy who had to turn away from our conversation every 5 seconds to holler at girls (most of whom were walking with a guy already).
My Danish floormate Cecilie came and joined is later in the night and we went down to Christiania. There was a big stage on the field there and people were testing the lights for today's big birthday party (Christiania is 38 today). This ended in a massive light show creeping through the fog and was very trippy.
After walking back home, Aaron and I noshed out in the kitchen and then passed out. Relatively tame night I suppose. Tomorrow's post will probably be a little more entertaining.
Peace out and take care, or as the Danes would say: flimflømmeåføøffåæføåøæfåøåæø*
*just kidding, Danish is a little more complicated.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
The Return to Nørrebronx
Yesterday, my visiting friend and I went to go see a football match at the field near where I live. The match was a Christiania team versus the police. It was quite funny to watch and everyone sitting on the Christiania side was smoking much hash despite the police. In the end, the game was a draw but it was still very competitive nonetheless.
Later in the night, we headed towards a dubstep show at the Folket Hus in Nørrebro. When we went to the local metro station, there was an emergency evacuation and two firetrucks were racing down the street. We walked to Christianshavn to get the metro but there it was the same situation. We ended up just walking to Nørreport to meet our friends.
After drinking some wine and chilling at the lakes for a bit (Tom pissed 6 or 7 times while we were there), we decided to head over to the show. On the way, we encountered a musician trying to get 5 kr for cigarettes and he gave us each a puff of the spliff dangling from his mouth (no sooner than we were done, a cop car parked behind us).
After journeying to the 7-11 to get some tallcans, we came back to the people's park next to the show. Some people were attempting to start a fire which got to be quite warm and large. We ran into our friend Jacob from the night before and started talking to him, he hadn't made it into the show yet either.
(Quick aside: Friday night, the gang and I were hanging out at Nørreport, our usual meeting spot, when this guy asked for a lighter. After talking to him for a bit, he almost convinced us to get on a train to Roskilde at 11:15 PM and crash a 5,000-person university party there. Being low on cash and that Roskilde is fucking far, we politely declined. Not without taking down his number though.)
After going through the tallcan cycle a few more times, and chiefing a splifferooney, we made our way back to the growing fire. Now there was a fire in the street too. The road was just burning in a triumphant blaze and a group of Danish kids started breaking apart a chair to throw in the fire. Around 4:30 or 5, we all went to my falafel guy and got some killer falafel.
After getting some more beer at 7-11, we walked down Nørrebrogade back towards the metro and two guys sitting down tried to sell me some pot. I declined, but my friend bummed a cigarette from them. Somehow, we convinced them to blaze us up and we all smoked a spliff together sitting on the sidewalk in front of King of Kebab. As we crossed back over the lake towards the metro, the first signs of sun were beginning to appear.
While we were waiting for the train (which was thankfully running again), a girl approached me in Danish and I talked to her for a bit doing introductions and so forth. After exhausting my whole three sentences of Danish knowledge, we talked some more in English and got on the train. Let it be stated that she was a little younger and not great looking (she had a friend with her too but the friend was not much better). With that said, I have no objection to Danish girls trying to pick me up at the metro station. Løl.
So anywho, around 6 I finally made it to bed and got to enjoy the opening scenes of Super Troopers and a gorgeous sunrise before finally passing out for a few measly hours before now, when I am writing this long-ass shit. So the moral of the story is follow the shitshow. I bid you farewell my loyal fanbase, and a happy new year to my yids out there.
Peace.
Later in the night, we headed towards a dubstep show at the Folket Hus in Nørrebro. When we went to the local metro station, there was an emergency evacuation and two firetrucks were racing down the street. We walked to Christianshavn to get the metro but there it was the same situation. We ended up just walking to Nørreport to meet our friends.
After drinking some wine and chilling at the lakes for a bit (Tom pissed 6 or 7 times while we were there), we decided to head over to the show. On the way, we encountered a musician trying to get 5 kr for cigarettes and he gave us each a puff of the spliff dangling from his mouth (no sooner than we were done, a cop car parked behind us).
After journeying to the 7-11 to get some tallcans, we came back to the people's park next to the show. Some people were attempting to start a fire which got to be quite warm and large. We ran into our friend Jacob from the night before and started talking to him, he hadn't made it into the show yet either.
(Quick aside: Friday night, the gang and I were hanging out at Nørreport, our usual meeting spot, when this guy asked for a lighter. After talking to him for a bit, he almost convinced us to get on a train to Roskilde at 11:15 PM and crash a 5,000-person university party there. Being low on cash and that Roskilde is fucking far, we politely declined. Not without taking down his number though.)
After going through the tallcan cycle a few more times, and chiefing a splifferooney, we made our way back to the growing fire. Now there was a fire in the street too. The road was just burning in a triumphant blaze and a group of Danish kids started breaking apart a chair to throw in the fire. Around 4:30 or 5, we all went to my falafel guy and got some killer falafel.
After getting some more beer at 7-11, we walked down Nørrebrogade back towards the metro and two guys sitting down tried to sell me some pot. I declined, but my friend bummed a cigarette from them. Somehow, we convinced them to blaze us up and we all smoked a spliff together sitting on the sidewalk in front of King of Kebab. As we crossed back over the lake towards the metro, the first signs of sun were beginning to appear.
While we were waiting for the train (which was thankfully running again), a girl approached me in Danish and I talked to her for a bit doing introductions and so forth. After exhausting my whole three sentences of Danish knowledge, we talked some more in English and got on the train. Let it be stated that she was a little younger and not great looking (she had a friend with her too but the friend was not much better). With that said, I have no objection to Danish girls trying to pick me up at the metro station. Løl.
So anywho, around 6 I finally made it to bed and got to enjoy the opening scenes of Super Troopers and a gorgeous sunrise before finally passing out for a few measly hours before now, when I am writing this long-ass shit. So the moral of the story is follow the shitshow. I bid you farewell my loyal fanbase, and a happy new year to my yids out there.
Peace.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Big Update
Wow, I have not written in this thing in almost two weeks. They have been a very busy two weeks though.
I just got back from a trip through Lübeck, Schleswig-Holstein, and Hamburg in Germany as well as seeing western Denmark. A memorable experience of the trip was going to a small bar in Sønderborg and seeing the place overrun with 16-year-olds dancing on tables and 2-liter pitchers of Carlsberg. Outside, on my quest to find a lighter, I ended up meeting dozens of young Danes, all of whom I forgot their name as soon as I met them.
Also, my best friend from 10 years ago is here visiting from Brazil. I picked him up from the Metro with tallcans in hand and it has been a party ever since. We only see each other rarely, but every time we visit the shitshow ensues. Our last encounter was a fateful roadtrip to Boulder at the end of last year.
I have been getting very little sleep lately but finally got a full 8 hrs last night after some much needed catching up on Entourage. I have decided to show my friend around the neighborhood and most days we end up drinking on the canals of Christianshavn. Sunday, we caught the first night of RubADubSundays in the new spot, a humble little dive in the meatpacking district called Kødboderne 18. I don't know if I mentioned it either but I also went to Malmö in Sweden. It was a pretty sweet experience and I got to see plenty of my friend, the umlaut. Also, I gorged myself on ultra-Swedish foods and saw old castles. The weather, unfortunately, was shit but the air looked very spooky and gothic which was cool.
Yesterday, the crew and I went on our first church crawl, which was a great success. We went around to historic old churches in central Copenhagen and drank fancy (read 20-30 kr.) bottles of wine. It was very fun and we all snapped plenty of pictures with buddy Jeebus.
On the reflective note (come on guys, this is a blog) it has been feeling more like home being here in København. If it weren't for the language barrier, I could even think about living here permanently. Watching shots of LA on Entourage didn't really make me nostalgic but rather reminded me how far away I am from the usual.
I still have the nagging feeling that I need to seriously pick up my musical work and I have made an overall resolution to get more serious about everything once my friend departs after this weekend. Being isolated from my home country has given me plenty of time to think and along with it plenty of new musical ideas. It is just funny working in a style in a place where that style doesn't really exist. I am getting a lot of good electro influences though by being in Europe. And as a plus, everyone is really impressed when I freestyle, even if it is not that good.
Well, back to life in busy Copenhagen. Peace out faithful reader.
I just got back from a trip through Lübeck, Schleswig-Holstein, and Hamburg in Germany as well as seeing western Denmark. A memorable experience of the trip was going to a small bar in Sønderborg and seeing the place overrun with 16-year-olds dancing on tables and 2-liter pitchers of Carlsberg. Outside, on my quest to find a lighter, I ended up meeting dozens of young Danes, all of whom I forgot their name as soon as I met them.
Also, my best friend from 10 years ago is here visiting from Brazil. I picked him up from the Metro with tallcans in hand and it has been a party ever since. We only see each other rarely, but every time we visit the shitshow ensues. Our last encounter was a fateful roadtrip to Boulder at the end of last year.
I have been getting very little sleep lately but finally got a full 8 hrs last night after some much needed catching up on Entourage. I have decided to show my friend around the neighborhood and most days we end up drinking on the canals of Christianshavn. Sunday, we caught the first night of RubADubSundays in the new spot, a humble little dive in the meatpacking district called Kødboderne 18. I don't know if I mentioned it either but I also went to Malmö in Sweden. It was a pretty sweet experience and I got to see plenty of my friend, the umlaut. Also, I gorged myself on ultra-Swedish foods and saw old castles. The weather, unfortunately, was shit but the air looked very spooky and gothic which was cool.
Yesterday, the crew and I went on our first church crawl, which was a great success. We went around to historic old churches in central Copenhagen and drank fancy (read 20-30 kr.) bottles of wine. It was very fun and we all snapped plenty of pictures with buddy Jeebus.
On the reflective note (come on guys, this is a blog) it has been feeling more like home being here in København. If it weren't for the language barrier, I could even think about living here permanently. Watching shots of LA on Entourage didn't really make me nostalgic but rather reminded me how far away I am from the usual.
I still have the nagging feeling that I need to seriously pick up my musical work and I have made an overall resolution to get more serious about everything once my friend departs after this weekend. Being isolated from my home country has given me plenty of time to think and along with it plenty of new musical ideas. It is just funny working in a style in a place where that style doesn't really exist. I am getting a lot of good electro influences though by being in Europe. And as a plus, everyone is really impressed when I freestyle, even if it is not that good.
Well, back to life in busy Copenhagen. Peace out faithful reader.
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