Report: Freddie Gibbs & Madlib in Berlin

Freddie Gibbs, Madlib — August 27, 2012 | Comments (4)

Egon’s second report from Madlib Medicine Show 2012 Europe Tour Five days between Czech Republic and Poland … Rappers and Krautrockers … vino & espionage … city zoos and Odd Futures … dead dog on floor with records …

It’s inevitable that five days off – even if they’re in “swinging” Berlin (or whatever adjective you wish to describe Europe’s new center for Americans to visit in hopes of the way things were in some bygone era) – aren’t going to pack the punch of an in-and-out-of-the-city show, but these five were especially weird. I start with the train we boarded in Prague – after again visiting a McDonalds and, myself, again restraining myself from eating some Eastern European Mc-whatever) – it was something out of Murder On The Orient Express and was certainly not the whimsical vision of such an archaic carriage as Wes Anderson imagined in The Darjeeling Limited. Note to anyone who’s expecting to save a few bucks on train travel that on a carrier that originates in Budapest: “comfort class” is about as acceptable as it gets. I so felt for the folks piled amongst each other in whatever they were calling “economy” – it made me imagine my father’s relayed memories of childhood train journeys in Kerala-state in India. At least the Czech porter in the dining car was relatively cold.

We arrived in Berlin in the midst of a heat wave: at 6 pm it was pushing 95F and sticky. We checked into our hotel on Warschauerstrasse – one of those trying-to-be-trendy-refurbished-warehouse or whatever – and Madlib and I both found ourselves fiddling with our rooms’ buttons and knobs that didn’t have any seeming purpose before we both found out the reason: nearly every hotel in Berlin (believe me, I checked) doesn’t have air conditioning. I went to apologize to Gibbs – he was on Skype with his manager Lambo and was sitting, shirtless, next to a fan. “It’s ok, man, we’ll make it work.” Damn, did I feel silly for expecting some new American standard of comfort a block away from the Berlin Wall in what used to be East Germany. Madlib and I were lucky enough to meet up with Whitefield Brother Max, whose studio was down the street from our hotel. One could do worse than spending a sweltering Berlin evening in a funky outdoor caf


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