First of all, our gig in Bucharest was a freakin circus. From the 8 hour wait at the Vienna airport for our incorrectly booked flight, to the crappy hotel the promoter booked which ran out of running water to the next hotel resembling a murder scene in which me and Jag ended up going to take showers, the entire experience was something I’d like to forget soon. I mean, no one on this tour is a diva believe it or not. But no running water at the hotel?!?!? Even though the promoter showed very little concern for us and even argued with Bahamadia outside the venue, we still chalked it up, did an extremely professional job and gave the audience in Romania exactly what they paid for; an amazing show. Immediately following the show, we headed to the airport which was a final nail in the coffin that was our trip to Bucharest. The entire airport was like a Chuckie Cheese on the busiest Saturday afternoon of the year. People everywhere, no order, everyone bumping us, stepping on feet, some girl fainted, people were throwing up, and none of the staff seemed to have any idea where we were supposed to go to catch our flight to Paris. It was a miracle that we made it out of that city on time. Unbelievable…

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We left Amsterdam and headed to Meinz which is a little town in Germany with a dope scene for soulful music. Everyone manages to pass through there from hip hop acts like Blu and Ta’raach to electronic soul cats like Marc De Clive Lowe and Zed Bias. The shows at the Red Cat venue are always packed and a whole lot of fun. I was in bed most of the evening trying to shake a migraine headache and missed dinner. In fact, I think everyone was drained and in their rooms so no one ate. We expected to eat after the show but since we didn’t get off stage until 2am, nothing in this small town was open. I killed a turkey sandwich backstage and quickly headed back to the hotel to pack for the next trip.

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