Thursday 20 August
After a solid breakfast of cornflakes, fruit and yoghurt followed by cheese and crackers, I led our group from the hotel, through another glorious morning past the harbour, to the venue for collaboration day 2! Got some work done in the quiet atmosphere as the setup inched along, while the artists made steady progress on their respective works.
Had a very civilized lunch with Christian, Crystella, Kenny and Pat, sampling three types of herring and a local micro brew before witnessing a very old school Copenhagen writer team up with New York legend Ghost to do an impromptu throw-up as part of a wild card appearance. I was meant to leave at 2pm, but the Hendrix soundtrack and the shining sun would have otherwise, so I stayed for my best Tiger moment so far.
On my bike, I dropped my laptop off at the hotel and continued on across the main river to Christiania, the ex-hippie area that was established in the name of peace and love and continues along a similar vein (as far as is possible in 2009). Ducking off the busy street into a promising-looking park, I found myself on a single lane path with a gleaming lake on my left and lots of sweet little home-made houses on my right. It reminded me of Carey’s Bay, only more dinky, if that’s possible.
After following this line as far as I could, three smoke stacks loomed overhead and I found myself back on a normal road, so I looked over my shoulder and headed left across a bridge back towards the lake. My Jedi GPS must have been in full working order, as within a few minutes I was feeling a happy little village vibe, with an old long-haired dude playing Dylan on his acoustic guitar in front of the main store selling Christiania beer. How could I say no? On my left, a bunch of people were selling second-hand lego and books, on my right a couple of hungover guys smoked out of a chillum. I could have stayed there forever.
Moving on towards my date with reality, I continued less than a minute before encountering a fantastic two-man sound system from Mexico City! Pumping a reggae, hip-hop vibe into a smoke-filled crowd around 4:20pm, again I couldn’t help but stay a while and soak up the groove. They were saying something disparaging about the police, which I understood, but wasn’t quite feeling. Must be the corporate gig.
Now really needing to get back, I carried on and again was met with an amazing line-up of live Danish hip-hop – though awesome, the gods were on my side as they were just finishing so I rolled on, down Pusher Street and back to the normal side of the river. Damn, I thought, I’m going to have to come back here on Sunday.
Meeting everyone in the hotel lobby at 6:30pm was the plan, and we cruised up the street to Café Sommersko for dinner, where we were joined by Shannon, Mads and some of the local artists. After a decent lamb shank with veges and a few rounds of Tiger, we headed up the street to a traditional old Danish pub which was way too smoky for me, so I relaxed outside and took Mads’ pimped out Tiger bike for a spin. Hornsleth bar was our next (and final!) stop for the night, so after checking out the artwork and chatting with a few cats, I took my leave and walked home before midnight. Moderation in all things, no doubt, but I am beginning to doubt the jam-ness of this crew!
After a solid breakfast of cornflakes, fruit and yoghurt followed by cheese and crackers, I led our group from the hotel, through another glorious morning past the harbour, to the venue for collaboration day 2! Got some work done in the quiet atmosphere as the setup inched along, while the artists made steady progress on their respective works.
Had a very civilized lunch with Christian, Crystella, Kenny and Pat, sampling three types of herring and a local micro brew before witnessing a very old school Copenhagen writer team up with New York legend Ghost to do an impromptu throw-up as part of a wild card appearance. I was meant to leave at 2pm, but the Hendrix soundtrack and the shining sun would have otherwise, so I stayed for my best Tiger moment so far.
On my bike, I dropped my laptop off at the hotel and continued on across the main river to Christiania, the ex-hippie area that was established in the name of peace and love and continues along a similar vein (as far as is possible in 2009). Ducking off the busy street into a promising-looking park, I found myself on a single lane path with a gleaming lake on my left and lots of sweet little home-made houses on my right. It reminded me of Carey’s Bay, only more dinky, if that’s possible.
After following this line as far as I could, three smoke stacks loomed overhead and I found myself back on a normal road, so I looked over my shoulder and headed left across a bridge back towards the lake. My Jedi GPS must have been in full working order, as within a few minutes I was feeling a happy little village vibe, with an old long-haired dude playing Dylan on his acoustic guitar in front of the main store selling Christiania beer. How could I say no? On my left, a bunch of people were selling second-hand lego and books, on my right a couple of hungover guys smoked out of a chillum. I could have stayed there forever.
Moving on towards my date with reality, I continued less than a minute before encountering a fantastic two-man sound system from Mexico City! Pumping a reggae, hip-hop vibe into a smoke-filled crowd around 4:20pm, again I couldn’t help but stay a while and soak up the groove. They were saying something disparaging about the police, which I understood, but wasn’t quite feeling. Must be the corporate gig.
Now really needing to get back, I carried on and again was met with an amazing line-up of live Danish hip-hop – though awesome, the gods were on my side as they were just finishing so I rolled on, down Pusher Street and back to the normal side of the river. Damn, I thought, I’m going to have to come back here on Sunday.
Meeting everyone in the hotel lobby at 6:30pm was the plan, and we cruised up the street to Café Sommersko for dinner, where we were joined by Shannon, Mads and some of the local artists. After a decent lamb shank with veges and a few rounds of Tiger, we headed up the street to a traditional old Danish pub which was way too smoky for me, so I relaxed outside and took Mads’ pimped out Tiger bike for a spin. Hornsleth bar was our next (and final!) stop for the night, so after checking out the artwork and chatting with a few cats, I took my leave and walked home before midnight. Moderation in all things, no doubt, but I am beginning to doubt the jam-ness of this crew!
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