3000 kilometres later...

"93) Prove your tolerance by listening through a whole record of My Chemical Romance without commiting suicide"

I'm writing this as I'm sitting in the back row of Nastefan's car on our way back from Hungary to STP, the "final act" of the Rika+Everton Germany tour I attended as some sort of roadie which kept us busy for the last ten days. Us, that's (me with) Stefan, Fresh, Lizard, Josef, Mihci, "Is des dei Lebensmotto?", Donkey Breeder and Richard playing some of the hardest rocking emo music no one has ever heard. 10 days spent on the road in an Hungarian van (listening to the best music ever made), Lenny's flat in Berlin and cool squats.

To sum things up a little, here's some stuff I learned from these 10 days:
electric flyswatters are best alienated used to electrize the stressful Vrtn drummer; a XXXXL hoodie is an investment for life and provides you with more cuddliness than a human being ever will; walking all night through Berlin [a rough reconstruction with Google Earth tells me something around 30 kilometres] will lead to sleeping in on a bench of an airport hallucinating you see and hear friends talking; cuddling with Richard will let you sleep in immediately and tight enough to miss "Exxxtreeeme"; getting lost in Schweinfurt makes sense in that respect that you will find yourself in a Russian store buying food you can't read and checking by at the nearby Dollybuster store to acquire fake nipples (Orion aren't selling them anymore.); stores at US army bases are a great way to fill empty spaces in the tour bus with cans of Mountain Dew and stuff and last and least you simply won't think about suicide while (forced) listening to a record of My Chemical Romance when you're hanging out with 8 lovely musicians, or even better: friends, in a Christian concert location, playing Worms (Aah... the 90ies...) and giving a shit about what's going on in the rest of (one's/) the world right now.

πs: "Danke für die Tour, Nasch" (without any sarcastic undertone) and putting so much effort and time into it. You're far from gschissn.

ππs: Of course, thanks to all the dudes of RikH' and EvH'ton for making this last 10 days pretty worthwhile and probably the best road trip through Germany a Gogo could wish for.

πππs: To all of you interested in further footage check my photoblawg uhm soon or so.

It's been a long time, long time now...

"45) Have strangers sleep at your place (like couchsurfers or something)"

It's been a long time since I've updated this thing the last time. I haven't done much since, a lot of planning but nothing ever happened that helped me with scribbling a few things of the list. And number 45 isn't an exception either. I just basically passed writing about it over until now although finalized it early september of 2007: Having strangers sleep at your place.

These days I seem to think a lot about that peculiar event of having people you've never seen before sleep at your place. (The main reason being the search for couches for upcoming trips to Stockholm, Barcelona and Dublin in April.) The amazing thing here is not the "uuh, these people are strangers"-part but actually people wanting to come to a blunt hamlet like the place I was raised in.

So how did it happen?
People that come to know me better learn all kinds of stuff like my affection for sensual touches while occupying parking lots, my disfavor of modern delta blues and of course that I like to travel. The moneysaving guy I am somehow stumbled across the whole couchsurfing thing ca. 2005. Which is basically asking total strangers for a place to stay for a couple of nights who most likely are very warm-hearted, welcoming dudes and dudettes that ask nothing for in return. (Beside the occasional sexual flavors every now and then, of course.) So I've been doing this since almost three years now and surfed like 19 times - almost nearly never got disappointed - but still: nobody ever dared to visit my hood.

Until september 2007. Back then I had the opportunity to host two nice Italians (36 and 45 years I think) that were traveling on business all through (Lower) Austria taking pictures of wine cellars and related stuff for photo agencies. Which was cool. Not only translating them words they picked up on signs and stuff from Austrian German to German German and then to English (They were like: "What does Bluza mean?") but simply being able to give something back to that well working, fascinating community that is couchsurfing, that not only enriched my days abroad but also introduced me to a lot of interesting people.

I can barely play this thing.

"44) Be on stage once"

I kinda like did that now. Thanks to my dearest, absolutely lovely friends that are Destroy, Munich who didn't care that I only accidentally know how to hold a guitar (if not necessarily how to play one) and that I have absolutely no experience in live playing or whatever. I didn't even rehearse with them before the one and a half songs I played as second guitarist last friday.

So, my apologies go out to everyone who had to witness this... thing... and big big thanks to Destroy, Munich and Tinty for being that friggin' unbelievable and supportive with that point.

Licking and strange places equals even more fun.

"33) Lick off a tourist attraction that is touched by some thousand people per day"

Again, a point that was completed before it end up on the list. Since some people may consider this as cheating I can ensure you that these are the only ones in a hundred.
One month has passed since Milano and I haven't been abroad for three weeks. Even better then that Sonja and Flo provided me with the opportunity to go with them to Prague for the weekend to visit Bine. We walked through various parts of the city and - like every tourist - eventually passed by Charles Bridge. And I've been there already once and don't get it. It's just a big bridge with around 100.000 people [slightly exaggerated numbers due my dislike of big crowds] on it, street musicians and a couple of statues and statuaries. And one of them (aehrr.. one statue, not one statuary) is touched by everyone walking by in order to bring them luck, infections and whatnot. The curious me now was interested if people would still touch it if someone would lick it off... and yeah, they did. Statue, by the way, tasted terrible and I would had have a metallic taste for the next couple of hours. Never eating there again.

Pissing and strange places equals fun.

„83) Piss off a roof of a 30 feet high building in the middle of Milano at 4am in the morning“

Nuff said? This one was basically the first thing I did of my infamous list – about 12 hours before I even started writing it. It was the last night on the road with Angi and we were staying at Paolo’s, a couchsurfer from Milano, who provided us with an attic room for the night. Since it was midsummer back then it had been a hot night (That’s NO figure of speech, lechers.) and eventually we killed the night by talking about this and that while catching very little sleep in between. After a couple of hours I needed to go for a pee but the toilet was down the hall and I was lazier than ever before. (Everyone who has ever experienced tropical temperatures mixed with dozens of mosquitoes may know what I’m talking about.) So I climbed out the small dormer, steadied myself on the smokestack and pissed off the roof while a car was passing by.

Yup. That’s the whole story. I just liked the strangeness of the whole situation so I’d added it to the list.

preamble - the list and its history.

Long train rides make you do funny stuff. Like sticking your butt out the window in anticipation of oncoming traffic and gently shocked passengers, talking about neo folk bands, comparing balancing on one foot while listening to Japanische Kampfhörspiele to not listening to anything at all or at least doing some research on the cure of terminal illnesses. Me, the bloody egomaniac I am, did nothing of the sort and began to write out of sheer boredom a list of things I need to compete with before my demise. (I was definitely backing the wrong horse in case of dying on terminal illness.)

A list of one hundred things I want to do before I die. And yeah, everyone who ever read one or two of those knows: they are pretty crappy filled with at least 20 points dealing with doing drugs, 10 points dealing with doing hawt underaged girls or boys, another 15 deal with spending all your money in every possible way (a.k.a. sex for sale with drugged underaged girls or boys).

Mine is different. Still, it’s crap but it deals with real issues. Real people. The real stuff, you know. Things you should definitely do in your life, essential stuff like pissing of roofs, pushing over sheeps and whatnot. And I strongly recommend each and everyone of you to follow suit.

So from now on everytime I do something of my list I make a post about it on this blog. (Instead of just writing the whole list down. Appears useless to me. But you're allowed to read it if you meet me somewhere.)

Starting with number 91 on my list (Oh heck.. the first post and I already sound like Jason Lee):

„Write a list with 100 things I have to do before I die.“

While having the first 40 together in a single train ride it took me for about 2 months to complete it. Big thanks to everyone and everything that I was able to draw inspirations from.

Three more things I already did coming soon.
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