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November 04, 2005
DA-DA-VID BANNER
WORK THAT - LET ME SEE YOU DRIP SWEAT
DAVID BANNER, my dear friends, is such a GEILE SAU, as we germans use to say.
your girls nearly risked their lifes when they got sucked in by a world of blank horror and we advice you: never follow our footsteps if your sickness does not meet our standards.
spread your fingers, cross the middle ones and say (in a really deep and harsh voice):
WESTBERLIN.
yep. we'd been there. right in the center of darkness and decay.
where tons of cheap-ass PINKY customers wrench their brainless massappeal bodies like a stumbling army of sunbed warriors on the dancefloor at - and this will be the first and last time we mention this terrible name - KUDORF.
but still: it was worth the hassle.
DAVID BANNER turned out to be just the right pulsating piece of sexy, wet flesh we imagined him to be when we first heard his luscious fuck-anthem PLAY. he got rid of his shirt right after entering the stage, showered himself in heavy champagne rain and all you wanted to do was LICKY LICKY LICKY whatever came dripping down his massive chest. uhhhhh. totally ill and motherfucking dirty. you can't go more south than this.
if just these ugly questions wouldn't go round my head all day:
WHY WHY WHY MUST A PERFECT PERFORMANCE LIKE THIS TAKE PLACE IN
SUCH A CRAP LOCATION?
WHY CANT WE PRESENT ARTISTS LIKE BANNER TO DO A REAL PARTY WITH REAL FANS AND REAL EXCESS?
WHATS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE UP THERE IN THE MUSIC BIZ?
WAKE UP!
Posted by ad at November 4, 2005 09:55 AM
Comments
abgesehen davon sind wir fast von der security zusammengeschlagen worden weil wir offensichtlich nicht dem zielpublikum entsprachen und unser lieber freund j wurde schnellstmoeglich vor die tuer getragen. wir haben uns nicht danebenbenommen, wir hatten nur die falsche frisur. und haetten wir nicht die motherfucking high officials gekannt waeren wir mit blutenden nasen und augen ins krankenhaus eingeliefert worden. also guys - whenever you think about hiphop - it´s a hardknock life and of this i sure don´t wanna be part. and all you motherfucking nazis out there - next time i come back with my gang and my steel baseball bat. this is gonna be FUN!
Posted by: jayoh at November 4, 2005 11:27 AM
good lord. what do you girls get up to these days??
kudorf i've heard about but never dared enter the place.
at least ms. adbiz seems to have THOROUGHLY enjoyed herself. the guy sounds like sex-on-legs. did you not pull because you had the wrong haircut?
Posted by: idioblast at November 4, 2005 07:46 PM
mon cher monsieur idioblast: no, unfortunately i did not score at all. got thrown out before i had the chance to be all over him...
maybe i get him to be my groupie when we go touring the usa. sooner or later...roar.
Posted by: adbiz at November 4, 2005 08:41 PM
mia im 2be, zoot woman im big eden und banner im kudorf!! was kommt wohl als nächstes im far-out?!
Posted by: adam p at November 5, 2005 02:26 PM
i bet u jumped on david and they were scared about their mainact. couldn't controll yo'self ;)
i'd die to see lady sov at quasimodo or dizzie at waldbuehne - saw tina turner there back in the 80's.
Posted by: frede at November 5, 2005 06:37 PM
alex you ditty ho.......
funny shit.......
the question is did you pay to get into kudorf or are u connected as usual guestlist diva?
you sick bitches u should a told us!!
whooooooooooooooa´............ david banner sweaty in kudorf..... wow wierd shit still goes on in this city!
saw lotek-hi fi in Icon... and the dude after also from big dada played grime.
lotek-hi fi were fucking great as usual....
where were all you other muthafuckas?
Posted by: jah's little angel sasha at November 7, 2005 07:11 PM
OMG. it's jah's little angel posting at our blog!
i feel so irie now...
hey, what the heck happend to our mobile phones?
ok, promise - next time we'll be on the guestlist at kudorf (yes, you're damn right, it's the diva biz again) we call you up and when you, barbie angel, go clubbing you call us! deal? deal!
Posted by: adbiz at November 7, 2005 08:00 PM