DIARIES - A MUST READ*

LAMBO 84 Season

Hey, Folks! Silkscreen-Posters still available! (Gold / Silver / DIN A2)

...for more infos: viciousgallery.com

TWISTY*

By the time the four gnarly creatures gone through their personal YOKO ONO-scenario twisty had a day out ...and went shopping.

THE DIARIES / CCNT CRW*

A new update on their musical expertise: Check out the COCONUT CREW at MYSPACE.COM.

Here you find some flics of the last exhibition in germany (VICIOUS GALLERY, Kleine Freiheit, Hamburg*)

Vicious Gallery, Hamburg

PLASTIC SOLITUDE

You know: Sometimes crates glimmin, your shades been in a mood revealed in plastic solitude!

BACKYARD CREWFESSION

DESTRUCTED MAGAZINE

The stunning destructed.info is running it´s issue on topic "subtitled".
The Coconut Crew submits one page to it showin Adam in the Cedar Studio, letting the subtitles explain how sound gets done, over and out......go and check it!

MUSIC...

...if you wonder where the “CREWTUNES“ been all day:



check:


www.myspace.com/coconutsession

COCONUT SESSIONS

...cause we got lost in neonlights!

IT`s BEEN A LONG TIME...

...we`ve left you without a happy end!


Finally the hamburg exhibition comes to an end, folks!


Friday 10th of august 2007, 7 pm


GALERIE KUNSTLEBEN, VALENTINSKAMP 38 in HAMBURG

CREWNESS 07

CELTIC CREWNESS

Many myths surround original crew ice cream and its true origin. The hype believes that it evolved from cooled wines and flavored Ices around, and might have come from Persia. These Iced wines were popular with Borros and his drum society back in the days on trippin. In L.A crew emperor Skip sent fans to the Hollywood hills to collect snow to be flavoured with nuts. One thing is for sure, this fine truck is a special delivery.

IT`S A BARGAIN...

The crew had confidence in McKinleys south american generousity though he looked like a trickster. Premier crewjobs: Dropping icebombs in the streets of La Habana.

Fitzpatrick: "Wickedee, get that fool: We´re sweating our blood doin this McKinley biz o`day. Me is gettin tired tellin schoolkids difference between a ice-cream van and a tourbus, Adam!"
Adam driving backwards in a one-way street: "Ha, and you thought crewlove would be all `bout music poppin and windowshoppin? Naah, we will get it strictly marketstyle!"
Fitzpatrick: "Hold up, my friend, this means milky ways till we`re old and grey?"
Adam: "Listen, Fitzpee, it`s been a long time we left kids without icy sticks in their hands!"
Skip shouting: "Rring, rrring ... fresh and creamy, spicy and steamy! Only one dollar, folks!"

Backyard with Crewfessions of a certain kind

A burning mustang and some 45 by their side four gnarly creatures joined a fireplace. Midnight in a minute and still there`s no McKinley. The booze burned and nothing left to explain. Suddenly the unloaded ghettoblaster rattled into the silence.
First a bit fuzzy, then it turned louder. The four guys had a look at the shaking radio as it glimmered neongreen.

Adam: "I`ve seen something like that in a rundown gas stations toilet, fluorescence on the floor like they had a bad toxicated cleaning crew over there!"
Steve repeating vage: "Crew over dere?"
Skip: "Can you feel it? This vibrant thing, like cryptonite between us, gosh!"
Steve: "Like...like a crewness thing goin on right here?"
Adam: "...like a nuclear blast from the past."
Skip: "André, this is nuts right here, but can you feel crewlove swapping over boarders right here?"
André: "Whatever it is, bra, follow dis beat, Skip-beau!"
Skip: "Ay, Steve, the radio illuminates and you`re like: This is not a sign? Come on!"
Steve louder: "Let`s take it to blue planet earth, let`s take it to the fans, let`s take it...where are we right now?"
Skip: Let`s take it like a man: Coconut Crew, are you ready?"

VOODOO BONES McKINLEY

McKinley lay in his esplanage triple trouble jakuzi as his telephone rang. Mysterious, who could ever try to reach him in the afternoon?


Borros: "Hola, eez me...drumkid, fool!"
McKinley: "Ay, amigo, i just wondered how you behaved in the savoy lobby, can you dig it?"
Borros: "You`ve seen it on your tele, heard it on the radio?"
McKinley: "Jesus, you`re kiddin me. All the news talk `bout you, bloody diamond – at least the owner of five star savoy wants some extra gigs these days. You`re the rumour in town.
Borros: "Pff... we act like that all day, everyday, Kinley, but we got no name right about now."
McKinley rubbed his belly with some extrasoap while brainstorming on this lack of identity.
Borros: "Aight, i gotta meet these fellas right now, it´s studiotime. Let`s meet tonight for some steaks in the backyard."
McKinley: " You`re gorgeous, man, i will show up with some perruchos, André, better belie`dat!"

A flash of lightening, roaring thunder filled Mckinleys bathroom. His face reflected by mirrors:
"Ra-ha-ha-ha...muah-ha-ha-harr....(coughing!)...almighty me! Tee-oh-Pee! Gonna let these nuts grow like every boygroup in the universe together...ra-ha-harr!"

HOTEL LOBBY ESCAPISM

Skip comments on SAVOYal behaviour, Cocopolitan Issue°13


The groundshaking night-out of the crowd still causes head injuries, but Skip, frontman and whirling dancer gives hints:
"First of all i would like to thank staff who brought us here, are you tapin now? Well, that night my brother Adam and i bumped into the splendid candyshoppers Fitzpee and drumkid André Borros. These nutty, grimey fellas know how to rock a dime! A few pina coladas later Savoy was the only unholy spot to burn a roof...you seen me dancin? Nah? Well, i can electrify boogie right here?"

BACK IN SCHOOL

Damn! These nuts make it hard not to fall in love with them.

Just a few hours after arriving on the international LaHabana airport with flight CCCNT-33-5016 the four freshmen rocked the reservation desk in the Savoy ***** Hotel lobby. For sure, this will be the best view in town for quite a while.

SAVOY LaHABANA

The nuts make it hard not to fall in love with them.

Just a few hours after arriving on the international LaHabana airport with flight CCCNT-33-5016 the four freshmen rocked the spot in the Savoy ***** Hotel lobby. For sure, this will be the best view in town for quite a whil

FOUR CAME TOGETHER or THE ROLE OF McKINLEY

The brothership, Skip and Adam, had heard about gnarly workflows goin on in south america. French musicbiz was all `bout streetmarkets, empty jazzclubs and risky absinth eves. Skip eventually gained small money as he robbed Frank Zappas merchandise cashpots. Wintertime in Paris had straightend the plans of the brothers: The tourist packed airport Charles de Gaule.


Adam had pulled his 12-String-Guitar into hand-luggage utilities, the staff stripped down uniforms dancing with Skip in the crowded cockpit. The noisy plane had left european ground – destination La Habana. A few hours later the so called history of board safetyness was passé.


A good laughter in the businness class. Amused McKinley, a fat, cigar smoking italian guy had bumped into that particular flight orgy. Hours of fun dropping coins to the floor. "Can you dig it, folks?", his delirious voice loud as piazza di napoli.


McKinley had gambled with the two fellas in a street café while Steve Mohammad Fitzpatrick and André Borros chatted next to them:

Fitzpee: " ... for the past five years crewness has been dominated by four syllables: Steve-Em-Fizz-Pee!"
(Borros slowly counts the syllables off on his fingers and grins after a while.)
Fitzpee: " ... lemme tell you, we have to get down like cryptonite blowin up the whole peejays!"
Borros: "Hold up! I don`t get whatcha sayin, bra!"
Fitzpee: "I`m not your bra."


Suddenly McKinley had stopped tipping fingers with a knife on the table, when his head turned slowly towards the chat. A coloured guy with a neonmask and the boozed Borros, famous cuban drummerface.


Borros: "What you need is better accomodation and a freakin Korg, bra. Get back on the horse, Steve!"
Fitzpee: "Me is no gymnast, eeez up. We jingled too long in this peejay, for me it`s time to get crewsed, you`re my man in this, trust me!"
Borros: "We both got small accounts from eez streets, let`s take some good tunes and record a 12inch."
McKinley: "Hay! Ciao! Howzid bwoys?" Borros and Fitzpatrick starred at the fat italian geezer sitting next to them.
McKinkley: "What i heard sounds marvellous, big plans on the way, folks?"
Borros painted questionsmarks above Steves head as his masks drenched in total disgust.
McKinley: "Hay, let me introduce to you: Skip and Adam, private material from a planet called europe!"

And so the lonely streetlife was blown away one hot afternoon in the streets of La Habana. The boys from the Carpates got introduced to McKinleys backyardstudio "Rainbowrecocords".

The four charackters standing close to each other in a small run down studio. Yellow carpet and lack of equipment.
Out of a speaker McKinleys voice: "Hay, gigolos, it`s naughty up in here, cause we rented it for little money. You know, the smaller the steps, the smaller a studio."

Skip: "Same conditions as in Brasov, goddamnit! Feels like home, yet!"
Borros: "Ain`t nuttin but a crap thing, if we ain`t grab some lousy instruments, right now."
Skip: "My brother tracks down a 12-String, right, Adam? Well, all i can offer is some technical support and my acrobatical knowledge, fellas."

Adams fingers puzzling his guitar, Steve pulling plugs and cables, Skip humming a ringtone and André hitting on his tiny drumcomputer. On the rundown door a sign says: Proceed, produce – Rainbowrecocords.

CREW SOUP

ON SATURDAY 21TH OF JULY THE COCONUT CREW STEPPED INTO A NEW DIMENSION CALLED ENTERTAINMENT BY COOKIN! TIDE RADIO, 96.0 FM, CAME UP WITH A SHOW CALLED "KONSPIRATIVE KOCH-KULTUR", HOSTED BY I.M.KOCHLOEFFEL. THE CREW SHOWED UP WITH FOUR SONGS, A COCONUT SOUP AND DEEP INSIDE INFORMATIONS ABOUT THE RUNNING EXHIBITION "IT`S BEEN A LONG TIME".

THE NUTSHAKER

After years of waiting. Fitzpee strikes back with his own fashion series. The crazy collab with star designer O.C Nilsen will be in stores soon. The crew couture collection will include treasures like his one of a kind windmill vest.So please, be prepared for a serious fashion shakedown.

PLANET CREWLOVE

JULY `83...

...and these fellas lost their cab.


"Me dunno hadoo make a livin o`these projects!" Steve Mohammad Fitzpatrick and André Borros got goofed by the lousy partners from Brasov, Caprpates.

GRACIAS, BORROS!

ANDRÉ BORROS, DRUMSTICKS


October 1974. 9am, London Heathrow.





Twenty one year old Borros arrived from Havana with nothing more than some borrowed leather underwear, a camera obscura, a beard trimmer, and, of course, his drumsticks.
Having no contacts whatsoever and with only rudimentary English at his disposal, Borros, spent much of that winter living in Hyde Park, until fate blew his way in the shape of Chas Chandler, the one-time “Animals” bass player. Chandler had been exercising his French Poodles when he’d spotted Borros in the bushes. He instantly recognised the beat that the half-freezing drummer tapped on an old Oak tree stump to keep his blood pumping in the sub-zero conditions. Chandler had seen the wicked drummer 3 years earlier, in a jazz club in Seattle, the very night the club was raided and Borros was deported for hitting an unholy beat in the heartland of the holier than thou.


In his early years, André would earn a crust and cigar butt playing his way through the Havana samba scene – then hitting on the roads with various rhythm `n` blues bands. It’s impossible to know if Borros’ mojo was born of real fever for the dirty beat or from shear desperation of his circumstances – but one thing for certain was his mojo was working: and there was a deal with the devil that had to be paid.


And so a young life full of destitution was blown away one icy morning in London. Borros moved into a small flat next to the “Animals” legend and fixed a Hendrix poster to his wall under the watchful gaze of none other than Bob Dylan. Chas Chandler was not the one for restraining Borros’ excesses, although he’d remarked that if anybody was going to hell an innocent, it was this kid. Three years filled with Class-A debauchery only lead to introspection that brought sorrows, pain and indeed homesickness. One day he wrote a short letter to Chandler, telling him about his state of mind. And that was the end of the Big Smoke for Borros: back to his roots – back to CUBA. The down in London all cried a tear for losing its greatest drummer: all except Keith Moon.

IN THE STUDIO

"EEEZZ UP..."


This was a bummmer, folks. Believe it, or stay like that: It`s been a long time we left you without a dope crew to step to!

EXHIBITION OPENING

The Coconut Sessions went straight to hamburg, germany,
the art galery "KunstLeben", held by U.Klug from "KulturReich"
opened in a crew manner. On the 6th july 2007 the gnarly crewness
stepped into a new dimension of publicity – years had gone by and none
of these charackters had seen spotlights or red carpets.

CREWLOVE

Love crew cause...it`s been a long time we`ve left you, without a dope crew to step to.