The Parisian Inferno

It seems like a distant nightmare. It’s actually too much to write to fit in one update, so you’ll just have to call and ask me for the full version. But Paris was hard at first, and some of the first places we got familiar with: Boulevard De La Chapelle, Friends Hostel, Charles De Gaulle Airport and the big roundabout at the Obelisk will hount me in my dreams forever.
And we’ll not even TALK about the Parisian traffic. Although meating Laundrie, Francois, Jeremiah and seeing the Eiffel Tower by night made it all worth it. I’m definitely going back. I still haven’t seen the Notre Dame

Bosno Moja!

I don’t have to tell you much abut how driving sucks. Me and Ida have been sharing that tedious choir far too much the last couple of days. When I come home I won’t be doing ANY driving for about a month!
On the other hand, I WILL tell you how much I love Bosnia, Bosnian hiphop, Bosnian
People and cevapcici!
- A WHOLE FUCKIN LOT!
Honestly, there’s no other place in the world you’ll get people to spontaneously help you like this. No matter be it changing tires, directions, or just walking an old lady across the street.
There’s no other place you get cevapcici like the ones at Zeljo in Sarajevo, be it with kajmak or just onions.
There’s no other place in the world you get artists like Edo Maajka and Frenkie that are living proof that hiphop equal’s universal love. That hiphop breaks boundaries between creeds and nations that have been in bloody war a little more that a decade ago.
We got to meet Frenkie in his home town of Tuzla, he showed us around town and gave a great interview. We talked about the situation in Bosnia, and he wasn’t all peaches about it, but that doesn’t need to be mentioned twice.
The same night we took off for Sarajevo, spent the night there. I went off to meet my brother, while the rest of the crew took the night of at Vedran’s cousin Timur’s place. I didn’t meet up with the rest of the crew until next afternoon, and we did some filming close to my old neighbourhood.
Two days later we were in Maribor, Slovenia, filming with Edo Maajka and Frenkie. The turnout at the concert wasn’t as we expected, but you can’t keep someone like Edo from killing ANY function. I don’t think I’ve seen so much charisma in my life, and I understood why Edo is the rap king of the Balkans.
The day after we took off for Tuzla after spending the night in Plitvice. Close to the Croatian – Bosnian border we got a flat tire, and the crew almost decapitated me for not stopping when the told me to stop. But luckily we were in a village, and there we could get it repaired quickly enough, before heads started rolling. The same night Frenkie and Defence had a show in a Tuzlan club, but I couldn’t stay the night, since the AC in the car has given me a terrible cold.
That didn’t stop the rest of the crew, especially Ida, and today four hung over and one cold crew member headed back to Jajce and Hotel Stari Grad for an update of the game plan and new adventures. But first a day of rest, and lots and lots of cevapcici.

The First shall be Last

Some time ago a good friend of mine sent me an sms that read ”Update your blog, sucka”. Honestly speaking, I’ve lost track of time. Every day is a new place, a new hotel, new faces, new languages. This movie life is hard, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
Since I’ve haven’t been updating regularly since The Neatherlnds, I’ll take this update in reversed chronology, starting from where we are and reversing to the Parisian Inferno, which happen to be some of the craziest days of my life.
Now, for some seriousness, that probably has noting to do with the movie.
Today is Election Day in Bosnia & Herzegovina. The Nationalist parties seem to be on the verge of a new victory, and truthfully speaking, I fuckin’ hate that shit. Bosnia has been through war, just to be put back 500 years, and kept there by the same corrupt thieves for the last 15 years. It breaks my heart to see my home country swimming backwards in an endless pool of shit, while I hear the collective roars of nationalist hardheads from a nearby café during the presentation of the election results.
All of you that are reading this, please check out the Bosnian political movement Dosta at www.dosta.ba. Buy their merchandise, and support them in any way you can, you sure will be doing a good deed for Bosnian youth. Especially check out the album/mixtape “Dosta” by Frankie and King Mire that I think is sold via the website. 12 track of hardcore Bosnian hiphop that’ll blow your mind, for a reasonable price AND a great cause!

Sin City pt1

The visit to Sin City, aka Amsterdam went better than I expected. We actually found a parking spot close to the Club (which was dangerously close to a gay porn cinema), and Raymster gave us a good interview… Apparently. Since I don’t speak a word of Dutch, I had to trust Goran’s opinion again.
I was kinda disappointed with the show, since the turnout wasn’t all that, but Raymster killed it.

Today we did some tourist activities in Rotterdam. Although we were late for the shopping (damn Aydin took forever to come out of the house), we managed to make it to the post office and buy some postcards, so, mom, you can expect a postcard really soon.
Right now we’re in the process of making dinner, and we’re gonna have Winne, a rapper for Amsterdam, over at Goran’s house for an interview. Then it’s gonna be Heineken and chillin’ for the rest of the night.
Tomorrow is our day off, and we’re gonna do Sin City by day. Who knows, maybe something exciting happens!

Peace!

Good evening ladies and genitals, and welcome to the second post of Dandelions European Tour – blog. As you might know we set of for the Netherlands on Friday evening and we arrived in Rotterdam Saturday morning. The journey went kinda smoothly, apart from the three times we got lost. Guess who drove most of the way! I actually managed to get 2 X 45 minutes of sleep while Ida was driving, so I’m very proud of myself.

For those of you that might think that this is a fun road trip, think again! We actually do some work here. Yesterday we met up with the mighty Oppgezwolle, and they gave us some of the best footage so far. The interview went great, I couldn’t tell, because I asked the questions in English, and the guys answered in Dutch. Our host/guide/translator/friend Goran assured me the we got some kickass material. After the interview, me Stick and Rico from Opgezwolle discussed underrated rappers. They say Keith Murray, and I agree, but I forgot to mention Sean Price! Sean P should be a damn millionaire!

Then there was the show. MAAAN! That was like the single livest shit I’ve seen in years. The crowd was BUCK-wild, the music was bangin’ and the sweat was dripping off the walls and my balls! Did I mention that it was hot ass hell? And loud? Poor Aydin stood by the speakers on stage almost for the entire show without earplugs. After hearing yesterdays show suddenly the Swedish 100 dB limit is starting to make sense. But who cares, it was live as hell, everybody had a blast, and the footage we got was worth Aydin’s tinnitus.

After the show we interviewed the Dutch up and comer Typhoon, and filmed how Zwolle-crew thrashed the loge.

Today we’re heading for Amsterdam for an interview with Reimster, and maybe a stroll in the Red Light District. Now, it’s time for breakfast!

PEACE!

The start of things to come

Well we're currentley doing Malmö. For you that don't know shit about Malmö: this is where the former member of Tha Alkoholiks, J-Ro, resides since his exile from LA. I honestley wonder why.
Right now I'm sitting at some bizarre gaming-joint, while the rest of the crew is roaming the streets and filming what we professional filmmakers call "coverage".
The project: So far so good. I've done the miracle of dirving 300 kilometers (get used to the metric system bitches) on 3 hours of sleep. Again. It feels pretty unfair to have only 2 drivers (well one and a half, Ida is a womanoid after all, and we all know that they drive poorley at best) in a 5 person outfit. But I hope that the journey will give me something in return for the lost nerves and the premature aging that I'm about to experience.
Later today we'll be filming with the oh-so-nice Medina-fellas, Alibi and Sam-E. The last time they honoured me with letting me hear parts of their forthcoming album. And honest to God, if they don't SMASH the Swedish hiphop-scene this time around, then the Swedish hip hop scene doesn't deserve to exist! "7 dagar" is gonna anihilate anything in it's path, so prepare your eardums for a banging unlike anything you've ever heard of. Yadig?!
I really need to get some sleep, since we're supposed to be in Rotterdam tomorrow. I still don't know when Vedran Tarantino is gonna be here, but i certainley hope he doesn't take forever, cuz it's gonna be a long, hard drive.
But i don't fear, i got Nas and Ghostface bangin in my ear. Just a cup of coffee to top that off, then you can place me behind the wheel and watch me go.
The next time I write is probabley gonna be from the Netherlands. Until then feel fre to holla at ya goddamn boy in the comment section.

Peace!