Penzance & Aachen

Okay remember when I said my throat was giving out? Well it turns out my entire upper respiratory has a problem with me right now and I have a wretched cough as well as cold symptoms. This plus the fact that my battery died and we were in transit for like 30 hours made updating hard so this blog is 2 for the price of one.

Penzance was where my sickness set in. It was still as scenic as ever and while the fish n chips spot we wanted wasnt open we settled for another place where I got a huge plate of whitehead fish and dubbed the term “acoustic folk dubstep” with my new friend and bandmate Robyn.

This was out last date with Souls of Mischief (who also had a rough travel day) so it was just like a big hang in the green room complete with photo tips from Phesto, stories from Tajai and Patron with Opio. I didn’t have any liquor tho because I was sick. Well I did have a bit of whiskey but it’s good for your throat right? The show was a madhouse. They like hip hop but they dance to it which never ever happens in the US. People were rushing the stage and getting thrown out all around me while I just kinda rapped in slow motion cus my body was shutting down.

As soon as the show ended it was off to Aachen which was a car-airplane-car ride away and while that may not sound so bad trust me I’m sure you can think of other ways to spend 2am – 5pm especially when you’re sick. As I type this from my hotel bed that I’m clinging to do dear life until check out I can say that it was a pretty rough ride.

Aachen was all about wi fi and food. We hadn’t had neither of which properly in almost days so while yes I’m sick the venue had both of those things so I showered and muscled my way to soundcheck. The show was cool but man they can still smoke in venues here and it was murder. I remember a long time ago the Roots came to Cincinnati and I was on the side of the stage smoking a cigarette. If I remember correctly Riq was like ‘whoever smokin in here put that shit out I’m sick already and you ain’t helping’ into the mic which was embarrassing but effective. Last night that wouldnt have worked because of the language barrier so I died a very long slow death and am suffering for it now. To the point where on the solo songs we’d take turns leaving the stage for air. It was bad.

Tonight we go to Darmstadt and I’d imagine they can smoke there too. Man, hip hop is trying to kill me.

Sidebar:

the local brand of Thera-flu that I bought tastes so gross. Like cigarettes and cough drops.

The fact that Von hasn’t tried to kill me yet based on my being awake dumb early sneezing hacking and dying is testament to the strength of our crew because if I die sales go through the roof haha

*that picture is from Manchester btw