Weird is not spelt the right way.

I been worrying too much about what people say and what people think, but the malay male put everything into perspective. I can’t find the line coz he rambles, but ya, nothing really matters. I am just a speck in the universe and none of this fucking drama matters. I can either trudge along with a knot in my stomach or float along laughing my ass off. But sometimes I laugh at people now. I used to be much kinder, but now I’m a lot funnier and… but am I happier? In some ways, I am. I don’t tell those jokes with malice, it’s just funny, I just don’t care. I care less, that’s why I feel so free.

But I admit, I do feel more mean. I still do the same nice things I used to, but the mean creeps in, even though the anger has subsided. I have more enemies and less friends, which doesn’t seem like a plus. I have so much less tolerance for drama and weakness, which gives me less tolerance for people.

Guilt is the worst invention. It’s useless.

QUICK UPDATE: The other day we hit up Graz again. The Four Elements Festival was on and Crunchtime hosted a whole night there. The artistlist was long and we gonna give you another review on the whole event these days. Big thanks to everybody… For now I just wanted to share these pictures with you. OMG (YAAaa…. as soon as we have more pics and videos we do the longer version on this sick night)

Here we go:
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I have a mad smile on this one. And of course I was wearing sun glasses (which is pretty stupid, cause I couldn’t see shit)
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Yup. Those are Arabyrds legs… and my smile again….
with bird
Ara’s new bird.. (that one will not fly away… I think)
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After some spinning the Byrd went wild again…
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And wilder…
and wilder
And even wilder…
alot more
and deeper. Thanks Sara, Fefe, Ara, Lena, Remed, DEPHJOE, Darco, Hutan, Momo ….alot more was going on (can you believe it ??) But more of that some other day hahaha…

These great picture were taken by Jasmin Schuller. Thanks for sharing!
Check out her website http://www.jasminschuller.com/

 

I worked all weekend. I love what I do most of the time, but in retrospect, my work life is like this…3649145102_be56c2b3a9
but this is how I feel…
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I love having a job. I love really cool water slides and wine more… 

What are we doing when we are doing what we are doing? We call it Barefoot…chest-thumping bass, rhyme and a couple of other odds and ends that may catch us at the time. No BPM rules attached. That’s what we delivered also at this years Fusion Festival. Ara and me were representing Crunchtime and the Barefoot Movement.
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And funny people like this got loose to our sound. We played a superlong 2 hours 30 minutes set.spider

After letting barefoot loose we were loose and later on (two days later) Jahcoozi joined me at the Fusion. Ara and Jeffrey were off to London after a sleepless night at the … yeah… Fusion… (almost forgot where I was..)

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Bachstelzen Floor we miss you.
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For these people Sasha did the dirt number…. you know: Woodstock-like
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Robert made me take this gay picture with him,
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but deal was that I could put a sticker on his laptop….
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Ara should respekt to Michael and was wearing some blingy outfit btw…
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Fusion people also showed Respect to Michael and sold Michael Jackson Masks…
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The brother just got too much good material laying around. He figured why not just spread it … via soundcloud. That way it reaches you in good quality and for free. Start diggin… Pearls I tell ya. A remake of the Classic “Blaze n Cook”, the “Rye Rye” remake and Stereotyp’s “Regiment” feat Jah Dan.. THERE IS MORE.

RED CLAY

It’s a mad world. Swine flu slips between HIV and poverty, it’s a wonder that so many of us are alive. I heard someone lost a child, he was alive for 2 hours. A friendship can last half your life and end in two minutes. There really is nothing one can count on.

All we can do is insulate ourselves in the safety of the thin threads that weave our lives together; dreaming of the future, counting money, replaying the past, fighting to be right, learning something new, collecting people, collecting things, reading stories of Gods that make sense of it all… but it still won’t make sense. 
Life is shocking by design , the more you try to control it, the more it makes you look a fool. As I get older I tend to see more pink elephants, hiding in the middle of rooms. Rooms where people haven’t seen me in years, and I am as unsure if I am able to see them. Rooms where people escape from life into holy scripture, hiding between God’s feet, so all they feel is His peace. I don’t blame them one bit. God’s feet is a beautiful place. 
Although I know we love the same God, mine has no wrath, I wish they would stop telling me He is an angry vengeful God. My God is full of love, he doesn’t get angry. And then the elephant sprinkles a little dust in the room, enraging everyone. Because if you scrape beneath the surface, people just want to be right. It’s the most important thing in the world. I let the dispute drop at our feet with a silent thud, the elephant waddles in between us on que. 
Everyone has their insulation, our comforts. We are happy to be their slaves.