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June 21st, 2016

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Bowery Presents

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Webster Hall

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June, 2015

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September 7th, 2014

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FROM THE "ROAD NOTES OF MAVEN": Road To European Union::OFFICIAL BANDITS by mavenimagery®

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If you missed Chapter I click here:

Imagine that you happen to be driving for the first time in a rural section of Something County in your home state. Let’s take this further: shortcuts to save distance compared to the traditional Oregon Trail, coupled with infighting, a disastrous crossing of the Utah salt flats, and the attempt to use the pass near the Truckee River, along edges what is now Donner Lake - about 1,200 feet below the steep granite summit of the Sierra Nevada mountains. Now, (since these roads are only snow-ridden in winter, should be not much of problem in the Summer, right?) think five to ten times worse in comparison. To simplify: think of Safari excursion in Africa where only a four-wheel drive which could get you through the hostile terrain.

Gradually, the landscape alters after the Hungarian border. The semi-asphalt-patched road veers around a missing ledge, then begins winding along the top and, sometimes, bottom of a slope. A laid map carefully folded to expose the relevant area, now, it’s totally irrelevant, and, although, you have no clue to whereabouts of your exact location, but you’re still on the road…and, as they say, every road leads to a destination, so still there is a hope of …thud! Thud! The under carriage hits a bump or a rock, your heart misses a beat. Hope! Insists your survival instinct. Hope, damned! Then, you hop into narrow asphalt, one lane road. Somewhat released from anxieties you nudge the accelerator and hasten toward…what? The borderlands that taste unruliness and corruption; where the distorted, the unpredictable, the lawless take root in them and luxuriate will remain invisible until…

I turn the narrow right corner and meet them face to face. The dirt road came to a curve and, suddenly, I see a police officer waving me to stop. I stop and wait until the dust settles down, then, I roll down the window.

“Hallo, Nachbar!” exclaims the police officer in German whose face glows at the sight of the Audi TT, holding a police radio so big it could be used as a weapon. A brown, Makarov Holster belt that conceals a FNP-45 pistol (USA / Belgium made) which is only issued for the Bulgarian secret police or special police; a plastic frame Ray-Ban sun-glasses and what could be a Blackhawk boots made this desert cop ready for an invasion of Bosnia.

Roll back to Cyber Internet, Cafe , Frankfurt

Chris comes with the drinks. “Those nerds giving you a hard time, Maven?”

“Nah,” I say. “What you got?”

“Here, my friend” says Chris, adding theatrical air to the occasion, “is your favorite V.O.S.P Captain Morgan, Jamaican Brandy!” Chris pauses, sensing a tension in the air, he asks, “What’re you screwballs been up to? You didn’t make my guest, Maven here, uncomfortable now, have you?”

“No, we’ve been just discussing about what would be the best route to take down to Southern Europe. Right, guys?” I lie.

“Yeah,” says Bernhard, his voice still tense, smiling weakly, taking a sip, no, actually a deep gulp from the Lowenbrau bottle. “I said the road is tough…rough terrain. To beware of lawful- bandits—

“Official bandits in uniform,” adds Dieter. “Just give them some oranges, man.”

“You mean oranges as in fruit, or orange as in my ass-hole?” I joke.

Dieter lets out a huge laughter, his head on the table and fist-drumming the table like a lunatic.

“Easy, now, bitch,” I say in a flat tone. “You’ll choke and the last thing I need is to attend your sorry dead-ass funeral.”

He gasps and between chuckles, he says, “You’d better save the portal for the Greeks!” Then, slips into another fit of laughter.

Chris only shakes his head, knowing that I’d figured the magic word: euros.

“Hey, there! You Dutch?” I ask musingly.

“Was?” Asks in German.

“French?”

“No, no my friend—“

“You said ‘neighbor’, and thought you were, you know?” I gesture neighborly-friendly with my hand. It must be the German plate, but I know better. The car is new and expensive which tells the Bandit the impression of being loaded. The Bandits salute everyone in the same manner. It’s an opener, to make you talk so that they can profile you. Their best time of the year is from May (when schools holiday begins, and the foreign workers, mostly, in Germany, Holland, Austria, drive to their home countries through Hungary, Yugoslavia, Romania, Bulgaria and Greece. All are targets, (except native German or Dutch who knows the game and if all the documents are clear, they won’t bother with) for hard time and bribery.

“Sprechen Sie Deutsche?—“

“Do I look like German to you?”

“Ehh, yes.” Stammers the Desert Bandit. “I mean to say, you can be German.” He pauses, scratching his chin. “Yes! You look like this American actor. What is his name?” snapping his fingers as if to evoke some dead cells in his brain. I don’t bother to find out who since decades of being told “look –like that actor” but never knew who or the name of that actor. And I was tired of explaining the difference between a ‘reminding of someone’ and ‘look like someone’ that was totally different. After decades, however, I started getting ridiculous names like Danny Bonaduce, (you’ll be the judge), Is that Vic Reeves?(in Flickr comments, for the image titled Lodestone), Eric Stoltz. Overlords!

“Why’re you stopping me in the middle of nowhere?”

“My name is Inspector Anzhelo,” It said инспектор ангел on his name tag. “Means ‘angel, messenger’ in English. Inspector Angel. How about that for being touched by an angel? Damn bandit!

“Veri, veryi nice car.” Bandit Anzhelo avoids the question. “How much euro it is cost you?”

“Around 55 thousand oranges.”

“Veri expensive, my friend, very expensive. No European car in my whole countri. I must work 25 yerz to buy this one like this”.

“This is bad,” I say sincerely. “Look, I’d very much like to continue this pleasant chat with you here…in this not very hospitable place but I really have to keep moving.”

“Yes, yes, my friend. I am very sorri. I am here to help tourists and visitors—‘

“You said I was a neighbor.”

“Yes, neighbor…friend, tourist…I help all.”

“And how do you that?”

“Look there, my friend,” The Desert Lizard points his index finger to a less than a mile far row of buildings, nothing else in sight. “See? There is a border there and veri veryi long line. You wait for hours…veri long time. Maybe one day, yes, veryi possible. One day, my friend. You turn left before customs. They ask, tell them my name. Anzhelo, remember?”

This douche bag has done his homework but I’d still give him C-, for being a bad liar. Half expecting this Bald-Faced liar next will offer me a free-toll on Brooklyn bridges out here...in these goddamn baren lands where there is no road.

And, I’m getting tired of hearing this Bandit Anzhelo saying ‘my friend’ over and over; after a nightmarish drive of 350km on no-road terra-verte for over twelve hours, I’m parched and tired and famished. And this so-called neighbor is very much in need of some new role models!

I gesture the bandit with my index finger to come closer. He leans toward me. I say, “I was told that the road was rough, but they didn’t tell me there was no road! . And now this! No road but you!, in Banditville!”

“Haah!” Bandit Anzhelo laughs. “I show you fine road for 100 euros. Good road, my friend. No waiting in customs. You wait for hours—”

“I’m fine with that!” I snap. “I’m not giving you any money. I’m fine with a no-road road. I drove 350 kilometers and I’m sure I can drive another hundred.”

“50 euros, my friend,” persists Bandit Anzhelo. “Good deal, ha?”

“I’m not giving you money. Not giving you oranges. Are we clear?”

Bandit Anzhelo’s face turns red with mixture of anger and confusion. “You aere crazy American! You die like in Afghanistan!”

“Nice talking to you, asshole. How about them shiny oranges?” I say and roll up the window.

“You die! You hear? No gas! No water!” Bandit Anzhelo’s voice trails behind and soon disappears in a twirl of dust as I drive away.

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Webster Hall

New York City

Thursday, Oktober 22nd, 2015

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January 2017

Habana, Cuba

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National Underwear Day 2013

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August 5th, 2013

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November 19th, 2015

New York City

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Secret Solstice Festival

June, 2015

Reykjavik, Iceland

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Webster Hall

New York City

Thursday, Oktober 22nd, 2015

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Altagracia Nova

A-Nova Music

Saturday, Desember 3rd, 2016

"El Barrio" (NYC)

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Elliphant

The Marlin Room At Webster Hall

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Saturday, April 30th, 2016

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January 2017

Habana, Cuba

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November 19th, 2015

New York City

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FROM THE "ROAD NOTES OF MAVEN": Only Different Faces And Places! by mavenimagery®

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Previously On FROM THE "ROAD NOTES OF MAVEN:,

“Cool!” I interject, taking a gulp from the Brandy. “How rough a road can be? A road is a road, after all, right?”

Silence.

“Right?” I ask again.

Little did I know?

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Chapter One

After the “Goodbyes” and “See you later, screwballs” with my German friends, I head toward Munich which is the capital city of Bavaria (Bayern), Germany. It is located on the River Isar north of the Bavarian Alps. The city of Orlando di Lasso, Heinrich Schultz and later Mozart and Richard Wagner). During the 16th century Munich was a center of the German Counter Reformation, and also of renaissance arts.

The only incident: I pass the welcoming sign, "München mag Dich" (Munich likes you)”, and later the river Isar next to a settlement of Benedictine monks—this was on the Salt Route and a toll bridge, the confident of being in a civilized country didn’t last long as I notice a brown-shit-color- old Honda Civic, trying to side-kick me for some reason that is only just to get whoever the driver’s freak on which is on every street of California. But, human nature spoiled further with Hollywood was a big factor. This dufus, however, musta been fooled by the German, Frankfurt License plate, and very much eager to impress the girl riding with him, has a mission.

Now, I’m sandwiched between a trailer in front of me and the Civic on my left, preventing me to pass the Long Vehicle. I slowdown from 80km to 50km which will force the Civic to either go faster or change lane into my lap-lane. Which what…exactly didn’t happen. It was time to terminate. I had a mother and a sister who’d like to see me alive again. The right line has a wide-enough shoulder to allow me, at least, take over the trailer in fewer 0.9 seconds and back on my right lane. I passed the trailer, illegally, from the right side, an Evian bottle in my left hand held tightly, and I as expected, the Civic’ clueless-driver accelerated to continue the game of death. As he approached, now visible in my left side mirror, I slowed a bit to minimize fatal accident should it happen, then I rolled down the window, threw the full bottle of Evian which landed on the Civics’ windshield and caused the dufus to slam on the brakes and slightly causing him to be off the road and stop abruptly. I thought saw the girlfriend delivering a mighty slap across the dufus’ face, but I wasn’t sure since the silver-bullet accelerated from 45km to 100kmph in 0.7sec.

OK, I was wrong about the only ‘one incident’…Okay, a dozen incidents, but I’ll mention only the ones that’s worth mentioning. Please, stay with me for this one:

Tired, exhausted and left with no energy to drive, think or whatever a sane driver should or shouldn’t do is now beyond my reach mentally and physically. I looked at my Kenneth Cole wrist watch: 8:46pm. By 8:58pm, I drove through the park and stopped, but left the engine running for heat, reclined the powered seat backwards and crashed into a deep sleep. The light from the infamous police torch hurts my eyes. I sat up and rolled the window down.

“Ja?” I say in sleepy German.

“Are you OK?” asks the blue eyes, blond hair with a face of Charlize Theron who’s, I think, committed a crime by being a Politzei.

“Ich bin fein” I say.

“Paß, bitte” says Charlize.

“Welcher Paß?” I ask. Then, I switch to English. “I need to get some sleep now, if you don’t mind!”

“Not, here, you can’t” retort Charlize whom I demote instantly to the dyke-face Angela Merkel. Cruel, I can be…easily.

“Warum nicht, Fräulein Merkel?” I say in mock-tone. “Can you tell me why not?”

The sweet Charlize has transformed to the dyke-face Angela Merkel. “Because this is a public resting area. You are not allowed to sleep with the running engine!”

Dyke Merkel had a point…or did not, I’ll never know. All I know is this: respect visitors! And if you don’t, I’m sure you’re violating one or two of Genoa conventions treaties or some International Law that is not in the 'Traveler's Guide Book'.

“I ask the questions,” Merkel snapped, then whispered something in German to her male partner.

“What?” I retort, no German talk will take place; no respect will be even considered. “OK, bitch! You ask the questions! Here is my international, wait…global, driver’s license and passport. I’s not red like a communist’s pass. It’s green. Hope you know what color green stands for”.

Green or red or blue, they went through my trunk: Armani suits, Boss trench coats, Samsonite suitcases, Gor-Tex skiing suits, Nike snickers…imagine you have the best from each designer store that you think you’ll need. Nothing illegal but extravaganza, which has no penal code in any country. All I wanted is a beauty sleep, not for my face but for my fatigued brain-cells, and I’m being treated like a homeless vagabond, loitering with his fifty-thousand dollar Audi TT, which was purchased in Germany and contributed to the economy...think exchanging dollars to euro and you lose almost a grand. Can’t this buy me an hour of sleep in the park? Not without an authority that gone bad judgment-wise? But, It should. I’m not talking money here, but courtesy! The world is big enough and we can all love each other.

“You have one hour to leave” says Merkel. I don’t respond. The fifty thousand dollars has bought me an hour to rest in the park, just ike I thought.

I love to drive! I think I have an internal compass that is a wonderful gift. I hope to average 200 miles a day. I drive through preserved natural greenery that can be found in Austria at almost every step. Hybrid? Green? It’s all car Manufacturers and others that followed suit which accumulated to a giant heap of disguised manure. Everything, e.g. Austria’s most unusual school, can be found high on a mountain pasture. Ever seen one of those fable-like postcards where there is a chalet in the foreground (or background) and lavish green, verdant meadows stretch all the way to the skirts of tree covered high mountains capped with snow? This is it… I drove through magnificent mountain passes, past spectacular lakes and through beautiful old towns. Here the journey itself is the reward! I think to myself.

Drive through National park Hohe Tauern

Drive through landscape and the natural beauty

Give me pure and fresh air

Give me a stretch of lush, tree-covered mountainsides crowded with beautiful chalets.

Spare me Arnold who has betrayed this pureness!

I call it a day in Slovenia. I pull into a drive-way covered with snow. I kill the engine and walk into Motel The receptionist can spot a tourist, local or overseas customer; can spot the desperate travelers. S/He knows the trades: out in the freezing cold or inside in a warm queen bed and fresh and silky sheets.

“Sorry, but overbooked” says the receptionist.

“Is the National Hockey Team staying tonight?” I ask, holding a fifty-euro in my hand, waving it in front of his wide-open-greedy eyes.

“Sorry, but I can’t disclose such—‘

“…Information” I complete the irritating sentence for him. I take another twenty and place it over the fifty, “Maybe,” I say enunciating on each word. “There are a few poor Albanians in those rooms, eh?”

“No, sir. No Albanians”.

“May-be, juust may-be, some Russian Natashas—‘

“No. We have no Russians—‘

“That’s all you’re gonna get into your greedy pockets,” I say, finally, in a no-bullshit tone, looking him straight in the eyes. “Now, the keys, please”.

“I can’t do this,” the receptionist says, his eyes glued on the euros. “It’s totally against company regulations”.

I’m getting tired with this midget whose name is Divjak printed on his name tag. This brain-locked-Divjak-ass- midget whose eyes see nothing but euros is straining my patience. The patience that I had lost driving the “Legally Criminal twelve-hours” over the ‘legal eight-hours’ drive. “Screw company regs!” I say sternly but not raising my voice. “What is this, Holiday Inn? Hilton? Now…listen you little prick. From the way you speak very good English I’ll say you have been put here by the company and we both know what kind of company this is now, don’t we?” I take the twenty euro bill off of the fifty, sensing a mixture of fear and disassociation, pressing on his internal brakes, the midget is now caught off-balance. “How’s this for company regulations? The price table behind you says “Double room with shower, WC, 50euro”. But you had to pull that stale trick we are over-booked crap. Try to find some more original reasons dumb-ass. The keys…for the last time”.

Will continue...

Cocorosie

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Kingston, New York

September 26th, 2015

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New York City

Thursday, Oktober 22nd, 2015

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ATP Iceland

July, 2015

Keflavik, Island

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Webster Hall

New York City

Thursday, Oktober 22nd, 2015

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November 19th, 2015

New York City

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ArtRAVE Barcelona

Barcelona, Spain

November 8th, 2014

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Stereo Hypnosis

Sonar Reykjavik

February 2016

Reykjavik, Island

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Secret Solstice Festival

June, 2015

Reykjavik, Iceland

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Marina And The Diamonds

Friday, June 5th, 2015

Bowery Presents

Webster Hall, NYC

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Webster Hall

New York City

Thursday, Oktober 22nd, 2015

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Kingston, New York

September 26th, 2015

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BSP Kingston

Kingston, New York

September 26th, 2015

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Justin Morales "On Location"

March 20th, 2016

New York City

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2018 Mermaid Parade by Oliver L'EROE

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2018 Mermaid Parade

Saturday June 16th 2018

Coney Island, Brooklyn (NY)

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Mr. Michael Stipe

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Dec. 30th, 2014

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