Josh Martinez: Fuck It—There Goes the Shirts (Dresden and Bremen, Germany)-- Local Cut

Josh Martinez: Fuck It—There Goes the Shirts (Dresden and Bremen, Germany)

August 10th, 2008 [1:46PM] Posted by: Josh Martinez | 0 COMMENTS

PART THREE:

Dresden, Germany

Firebombed almost out of existence in the dying days of World War II, the city of Dresden is riddled with new buildings and a profound disconnect from the 1000 years of beautiful architecture taken from its citizens by the angry vengeful guns of the winning West. But still there is culture, and an undying sense of urgency. Our friend Maria handles the business of the show, and is the hostess with the mostest yet. WE eat everything offered, including mafia pasta and fresh fruit. I talk to my dad in Halifax by ye like grown men and I love him. Family becomes very important to someone who is so far from his family all the time. Speaking of family, Ohio Player Blueprint and Brooklynite Louis Logic show up at this show, in town to co-rock the Dresdenites silly, and we talk English quickly and make fun of everyone, and there is rejoicing. They are traveling with Paul, the young/not young violinist from “hip-hop violin” on YouTube. The intraweb dude is a piss out of things, casually mentions its his birthday (which is often the tour trick for a rapper to declare its his birthday to get some free drinks and birthday ass), and then proceeds to get grown man shitcanned and the night becomes legendary. Blueprint—I don’t know why they don’t want to see you shine. But I do. Godspeed. Louis Logic and I meet for the first time, which is strange for I know just about everyone in the touring world of rap, and we exchange handshakes, and he rips new balls out of old German sacks, despite some technical difficulties which entered the evening frequently. By the time I make the stage its 3:20 in the morning. Flip says shirts off, so fuck it—there goes the shirts. This place leaks human sweat and the convulsing German youth sway violently to and fro, filthy swagger and militant mustaches everywhere. It is disgusting and unworkable but we power through it like Tony Little, faster than you can say JagerSlammerstein. Its go time, and these bitches did not come here to fuck about. The show is stupid and hot and salty. Then flip starts the 4 am party set like its not sunny outside, and its not 1998 and I’m not on E and acid at the same time on a Ferris Wheel at a Farmer’s Fair in the country in the middle of the night. Bed O’clock? No sir, grab a couple more free kickers and we’re back to square three, yammering on to anyone who will listen (mostly Blu become the life of the party). This evening ends up with a mango and yogurt fight at the hotel and a quick hour nap before Bed becomes 6 HOURS in a stranger’s car as part of a car pool that just don’t quit. Bremen, I am coming and there better be Beck’s.

Bremen, Germany

Home to the world famous Beck’s beer as well as a recent Bundesliga champion, I played this city 4 years ago, and the welcome is warm, jittery, even a bit presidential. The show goes off without a hitch, the women losing their virginity, the strange smell of fear and used petrol hangs in the air like farts. Which incidentally, now that smokes are out in Germany, allows this new and surely foul odor to hang in the air like poison. With a flight to catch to Iceland in Berlin the following morning, we know the am. Up at 5:00 am, thus begins the trip from hell to heaven. 3 train transfers, a metro and a bus gets us from Bremen to Berlin, to the gates of the Tegal airport—where we learn that we have gone to the wrong airport and that we now have 20 minutes to get 30 minutes away to the Berlin Schnoenfeld airport. We hop a taxi, punch an old lady who makes the mistake of getting between us and our Iceland vacation, and start cry-praying over this extremely important shit due to our failure to look at our tickets. Needless to say, the Jesus intervenes and gets us to the gates just on time, and right in front of the entire Russian Olympic karate team. Bring it on, Icelandia.

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