"Good-Night and Thank-You Pragga" Part 2

Now, if I was to tump down this old man, would I really be wrong, yo, I was about to go jail in Prague, straight up...

Then another man started arguing with the old man and his wife, cussing them out, I'm assuming telling him why he's acting like that, basically defending us in a sense, in the mean time, the blind man done sit down...another man tried to offer Saran a seat, but by then, it was over...we came off at the next stop...

Basically, it seems as if a lot of the older peolpe are stuck in their ways, ignorant, and probably hate the fact that all these foreigners are in their country, and wish they could go back to the days when Rudolf was the King of Bohemia...I don't know, but there is definitely a culture difference...

Then there was the other side of Prague, the younger peolpe were different, they would actually smile, try to help us out with directions, and all the people I dealt with on the music end were cool...so there's two sides to every story...big up to Babylon Rocker, DJ Suki, Missy M, MC Amdiez, Damalistik, and King Kalabash from France, Kakoa Jr., Misho from Whaddup Sound, Keri from Starbucks...which, by the way, yo, KFC and McDonalds run tings in Prague or Pragga, there is one on every other corner...trus me...

As far as shows went, I did an impromptu performance at Meli-Melo, an African club that has live reggae and African drumming, in the middle of Prague...alongside DJ Amato, my yout never speak a lick of English, but juggle reggae like there's no tomorrow...and then on to Le-Mirage for another show, an after-prom party. I had another appearance at Cross Club alongside Kakao Jr...it was like that apartment complex in "New Jack City," The Carter, people were just passing out on the floor, couldn't stand up, it was strange, because it's not the type of vibe that you usually associate with reggae...but the club was cool, it was like the inside of a machine or a computer, nothing like I'd seen before...

Then there was the grand finale, the show at Let It Roll @ Chirana, an old factory straight out of the movie "Underworld," or "Blade." Trus me, it was a big show, which was mostly drum n' bass and jungle, 4,000 plus peolpe, and the vibes was wicked, everyone was showing me love, the venue was crazy, very well organized...I met some other artists and djs like Lady Lite from Belgium...it was overall, a wicked experience, and I'm looking forward to performing over there again...yo big respect to Babylon Rocker for the linx.

"Good-Night and Thank-You Pragga"

Yes massive, the "travellin man" is back in the building...fresh from the Czech Republic and the UK. I've been back a week, and the jet lag is still lingering, but such is life, as my granny would say. My European experience was bitter-sweet. I'd been to London before, but never to Eastern Europe. My experience there was, let's see, how do I put this, different.

First off, let's talk about the weather in Prague. During the day, it was -5 degrees Celsius which is about 23 degrees Fahrenheit, and then the temperature just kept dropping at night...yo, it wasn't cold, it was RHAWTID COWL...as my granny would say...yo, before Prague, I swore up and down, "Yow, bad man don't wear scarf, you mad!" Well, inna Prague, yo, me and my scarf was like batty and bench, one don't go without the other.

So, I'm not sure if the weather plays a part in people's attitudes, but yo, the people were just cold, rude, and miserable, not even Bounty coulda touch dem, "Cross, Angry, Mis-ah-rebel..." My sistren Saran is there studying for a semester, yeh man, big up mi stylist, photographer, videographer...so we would go to different places, and it was straight rudeness, I mean, everything from this old couple pulling us up by the arm to get up on the tram to windows being closed in the face to straight refusal of service at a restaruant...

There we were, on the tram, and this blind man with a dog gets on...he kept saying something in I believe Czech, and ofcourse we never understand a word. So, I'm there petting the dog, then out of the blue, this crazy, mad old man and his coke head wife start shouting and then proceed to put their hands on our arms and try to pull us out of the seats. Now, if I was to tump down this old man, would I really be wrong, yo, I was about to go jail in Prague, straight up...(to be continued)