Ken's Dirty Dives

I realize it's an insane time to reminisce on the good times I had in Berlin, given the recent events that have unfolded south of the border that loosely tie in with German history. However, fuck The Donald, Musk and everyone else that wants to align themselves with those self-serving, underhanded, snide, extremist pieces of shit. This blog is only big enough for one us to be filled with hatred, and that's me. Having spent a number of weeks in this glorious country, travelling from gigs in Dusseldorf too Marienmünster, or nights off in picturesque looking towns like Gehrden & Bremerhaven, I have to say I love it here. We’ve played some amazing shows, met some greet folks and created some lifelong memories. For those of you who have never ventured out this way, Germany is extremely distinct in many ways. From their biers and schnitzel, to their architecture and nightlife, the dirndls and lederhosen’s, it’s all very Germanic and frankly wonderful.  We rocked up to Badehaus fo...

Somehow, we awoke feeling reasonably decent and not as second hand as I imagined we would have, but my standard routine of a hot shower, a couple Advil's and the obligatory "what the fuck am I doing with my life?" comment resounded against the bathroom mirror as I put my face on and waited for my mate to do the same. It was again, painfully cold outside, who woulda guessed that? New York in December and it's cold? Coulda fooled me. Since it was so damn frigid out, we decided that we should take part in more "indoor activities" for the day, Steveo was keen to hit up a Christmas craft market at Bryant Park, which was cool as,   then we found our way to Friedman's on 31st & 7th Ave. for a breaky, randomly we sneaked into to some Thai place for a massage, and then somewhere along the line we stumbled upon Rudy's.  The foot massage was pure nirvana and something I think I need to continue in my life, I guess over a decade of wearing work boots and ne...