Interview mit Dj Q-Ball (Englisch):

Bloody Mary or painkiller: How to get prepared for the show when Johnnie Walker took you to bed the night before? Q-Ball: Bite the dog that bit ya, is what we always say. As a whole, none of us get too wrecked where we can’t drink the next day because then our shows would suffer. Alcohol is the major ingredient for a successful concert. The more you drink, the better we sound. Call mommy or stare at the ceiling: How to deal with homesickness? Q-Ball: I cope with homesickness in several ways. 1st I set my Mac laptop widget to countdown the departure day of the tour in days, minutes and seconds. Next I gather a squirrel-like surplus of anti-depressants, anxiety stimulants and painkillers I can find lying around our bus for “A Rainy Day.” Oh, and I can’t forget my homemade laminated Crayola sketch of my mother giving birth to me that I Velcro to the wall in my bunk. Q-Ball: A bed and TV or beer and groupies: What is the best after-show entertainment? Q-Ball: I like to combine the two actually. A bed, some groupies and Belgium Beer while watching some 3rd rate porn in German can definitely make your tour experience a good one. Noodles with tomato sauce or punk stew with rice: What is the ultimate tour food? Q-Ball: I personally like the unwrapped, out-all-day-without-ice, could-be-goat-could-be-horse meat that pollutes our tight dressing-rooms. There’s nothing like the smell of hot rotting animal to satisfy your appetite. Maybe that’s why I come home from tour 15 pounds lighter and my whole family thinks I have AIDS. Beer- or skittles-shower: Which is the best defence against annoying fans? Q-Ball: I prefer the golden shower. Hot urine is the best defence against any psycho-stalking fan that waits outside in the cold five hours before the doors open just to get a picture or autogram. But if it’s a girl, and she’s cute, then I’ll let her pee on me. Postcards or phone calls: How do you get your friends at home to not forget about you? Q-Ball: A little thing called Skype. This technology allows us to make phone calls through our laptops via the Internet at two cents a minute instead of two dollars a minute. Postcards suck because you wind up home before they end up getting there. You might as well just hand them to your friends, at least then they won’t be bent or ripped. Hype or Newcomer-Stage: Where do the best bands play at the festivals? Q-Ball: I’d rather play late on the second stage than early on the main stage. There’s no ego involved, it’s just cooler (temperature wise) later at night and that’s what us five fat, out-of-shape American dirtballs need to look and perform better. Farting or burping: Which is less acceptable on a peaceful tour? Q-Ball: I’m wishing upon a star here, cause both happen so often that it’s normal. But the fifth grade funniness of farting has worn off with us; just the smell lingers now. No gas station in sight and nature’s calling: Curb or bottle? Q-Ball: I can honestly say that I’ve never had to take a shit on the bus but the other rectal deficient tard babies use black Glad trash bags. They insert them into the bus’ toilet and heave ‘em out the window towards on-coming traffic. You should see the accidents, in both their underwear and on the highway. It’s a shitty mess. Diarrhoea or congestion: Which is the bigger evil on tour? Q-Ball: I think both of them are equal but opposite nemesis. Either one will make you moody and have a crappy day. Trinidad or Tobago: Who’s gonna win the World Cup? Q-Ball: No one from the U.S. cares about pussy soccer. Now if you wanna talk American Football, I’m your man. Black and Blue or Simply Red: Which song is best to push your team? Q-Ball: See response above. Adam Green or Bobby Brown: Which song to sing when your team has won the World Cup? Q-Ball: Well, even though soccer is for fairy kids whose parents were too afraid to sign them up for any real sport, I would have to choose Bobby Brown. ‘Don’t Be Cruel’ and ‘My Prerogative’ are cult classics.