Besides a Beatles-bar and a beautiful inner theater to witness Lanegan in, The Grim Reaperbahn is a sorry sight for sore eyes.  Much like Hollywood boulevard in the year of Our Lord 1990, the Reeperbahn in Hamburg, Germany is dead on 2 legs but nobody has told it.  It has yet to receive the customary consumeristic makeover that Hollywood much later came to enjoy.  The Reeperbahn, once Taboo has been reduced to a profane street of ill repute and a laughing stock of its former self.  Gone are the weapons, the wild red light danger and the awe.   Senior citizens now enjoy a late night stroll around the Reaperbahn, decking into a Transexulary Karaoke bar for a watered down drank or two and a few chuckles before scooting on.  It is mostly empty and those who loiter in the district are peg’legs, a few tubby’arsed sneezers and a handful here and there of scuzzballs and scumbags looking to sell a bit of scat or score a few unzestful skin-pops.  And now in the year of Our Lord 2017, most of us have good friends that are Transexualized, most of us are into Leather, so what was so shocking then, is Not so much now and the odor coming from the McReaperDonalds that is next to the Whore show where you can have sex with another disaster for 39 euros, it’s enough to gross you out for 7 days to come.  The once beautiful Grim Reaperbahn is sadly slain but somehow still sloshes on…  As for Mark Lanegan’s Live Performance…  he has stepped Up his Game and Raised the Goddamned Bar and on a side note, Yes,
I still love to get Autographs from people I know,  from Mark Lanegan to Babe Shadow…