R2-D2, Raiders of the Lost Ark and Puma.

The first festival was cool, but quite honestly I was so jet lagged, I couldn’t totally remember everything. We were in Belfort, France doing the Eurokennes festy, and the bus had some major issues. It’s one of them old European double decker tour buses, but it’s a bucket. It reminded me of the first bus I was ever on when I toured with Blackalicious in ‘94….Lock busted, toilet don’t flush, no internet, TV doesn’t work, etc.
The minute we parked on the festival site, the driver had to go to work on the engine himself. When the bus was parked, he pulled out a big ass A/C unit that looked like R2D2 to cool off the upstairs. Shit was like fire and ice. The nite before, I woke up in the middle of the nite and my chain was stuck to my neck. I tried to take it off, but the shit was hella hot like when the German dude tried to grab the medallion at Marion’s bar in Raiders of the Lost Ark.

French catering was hella good though, I can’t lie. Duck legs, tomato salad w/feta cubes, delicious fruit salad with the skin peeled off the grapefruit, hella rich ice cream, incredible cheeses, flan, and…..gummy bears. Not bad. Only thing is, and I’ve noticed this now about Europe, nobody out here drinks green tea. It’s a good thing I brought a giant, burlap gunny sack full of Peet’s Jasmine Fancy from the Town. That shit go, anywhere in the world, baby.
One thing that caught me off guard while I was eating, I’ve never seen that many dudes kissing. Both cheeks and shit. I’m cool. I’ve been to France hella times, but I never noticed it before. Being American, I thought what most of us would think, but turns out it’s just cultural. Can’t say I’m about to do as the Romans do. I’m cool.

They had Puma gifting in the artist compound, Stanton and Ben came back lookin’ like a breakdancing team. As soon as I got off stage at 11pm I had one of the runners call the Puma tent to hold the doors for me. I had an interview scheduled, so for efficiency sake, I had the dude interview me while we were smashin’ across the festival site, lookin’ all over the place like dope fiends. I would guess his recorder has about 3 minutes of actual interview, and a good 15 of me asking for directions to the Puma tent every 30 seconds. I ruined a pair of Undercrown Arenas Adidas fastwalking all the way across the site, and as fate would have it…..They were slapping padlocks on the doors. Muthafucka! I was too late, and they were tryin’ to make exceptions. Especially not after dealing with 14 hrs of ravenous, carnivorous artists looking for freebies.
Oh well, 02 is in a couple days, maybe I’ll come up there.