Arts
Back in 1996 I had a show on Radio Static, a cable radio station in Amsterdam. I don't know who ever listened, I got a call here and there now and again. But I would basically just partake in coffee shop favors and hit the studio at I think 1 am on Saturday nights and play whatever I wanted to. Nothing's changed as they say. On this particular show I could describe it in a manner, similar to the opening lines of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. On this particular day, one of my best friends in the world ever, Flavia Roncelli and I went all over Amsterdam to buy about 30 peppers to have a stuffed pepper party that night. My friend Jasper was coming in from England/Scotland/Germany (he is a man of many mysteries) and so we invited a bunch of people over to my flat and fed them peppers and smoked a lot of weed and hash. We also drank wine, beer and genever, and then I busted out this liquid mescaline that a weirdo gave/sold me in a coffee shop and then we played Twister, and Jasper and I headed out with our friends Grishelda and Eliana on our bicycles and made our way to the studio. This show is the result. In 2021 I generally say that drugs are bad, but in 1996 they were pretty damn good. We delve into our own version of the history of Scottish hip hop and play a lot of different things. Grishelda and Eliana basically had to hold us up after the show as we pushed our bikes home after the show like 3:30 am or something. I don't know. I remember more than I probably should about all of this. Fun times. Big ups Jasper McWhinnie, one of the many MC's of Scotland. We can't be stopped.