Dear Lucy vs. the Globe,
we love you, so we figured it’s time to help you really grasp the concept of the German Sunday. Until you eventually embrace it, until you wouldn’t live without it, couldn’t live without it, the way you shouldn’t ’cause no one should have to live without a German Sunday. But since defining the German Sunday is as impossible as defining the Hipster to any non-Berliner (or to be fair, non-major-city-folks), we will hand it to you in little pieces, close to life, until all that’s left is a feeling of knowing/wanting/cherishing that German Sunday.
Let’s stick with what we know for this first one, that being music. Sundays are for Hip Hop. Although the music we grew up with is going through something like a re-hype phase these days, Hip Hop remains our guilty pleasure, fully and undoubtedly. So we suggest you spend a legitimate amount of time during your German Sunday doing nothing much but mildly nodding your Australian head to something like this. It’s ok, trust your Pony. Because Sundays don’t ask for no intelligent lyrics, Sundays don’t want no elaborate soundscapes – Sundays are indeed perfectly ok with thoughts of bitches and booze. Booze which you’re not going to have for at least a week, of course.