Blurp – A NYE full of noise & smoke

2015 started fiiiiine, how I love noise & structured chaos (and ow my poor feet).
Pointing out the right bridge to a horde of dutchies to duck fireworks, see berlin go down in a cloud of powder smoke & prove that Friedrichshain people a. like Bengal fire, b. can’t see a fence without trying to climb over, even on the railing of a bridge, c. know how to friendly take over the streets (no burning cars this year), d. can literally swing a bridge …

Quick excursion to Frankfurter Allee & the usual drunk people in the middle of the avenue lightning whole boxes of fireworks at once, and barely avoiding the rockets going in our direction when one of those boxes fell over. (but really, compared to Neukölln or so, it’s quiet in Friedrichshain..)

Checking the cat and noticing my hair & clothes smell badly of powder-smoke.
Off to Subland (thx for the place on the guest-list people), starting with the deep dark swampy ambient of Swarm Intelligence, followed by Monolog’s bassz & breaakz. Quicky to the neighbouring Kili club, the kinda party that is pre-announced with “please leave your dogs at home”, yup, sounds like my kinda scene, great atmosphere, nice campfire, but musically not as intense as usual.

Back to Subland, to indulge in more great music.. Submerge literally making the air vibrate with live bass, the set from the people from Defce slowly but steadily disintegrating into industrial noise, final track heavily cited Author & Punisher, which pushed me definitively over the edge. Next going deep, dark and sludgy beats with Embryonic & dancing head off, and though my feet were already like “really one more??”, djeez, that final track from the “guy from Ad Noiseam” proved Ministry & breakier-than-breakcore are one hell of a good combination & blew me out of my head and socks again. Had to give up after that, guess I am getting old, and went home – as always utterly sober but high on musick – admiring the heaps of burned up boxes & broken wine bottles in the morning light..

48 hours rest before the Hands night to get my feet to recover…..

Blurp – Out of Hibernation

So… the one night you find yourself in a small dusty, smelly basement including some old boilers that would any former RKZ-TD-er sigh with nostalgia, dancing to old industrial, watching a doll-impersonating japanese dance performance, and then dance again on some pretty hard breakish gabber, the next evening it seems you can’t wipe the smile off your face after watching an acoustic former black metal band telling a dark fairy tale with puppeteers, professional dancers and the most amazing projected animations..

I guess I’m out of hibernation again.. and this sure is one of the best cities to be awake…

Intermezzo – Foodsaving (shameless short promotion)

Sometimes you wonder when the “saved” food from the market is in a better condition than the food you bought and has been hiding in your fridge for a few days…..

Oh, and on a side note.. saving food is less stress than actually buying the stuff in a shop: it surely saves you the trouble of making the decision what to eat: you just have to make do with what you get (and you get to know the shop owner which makes it more pleasantly “shopping”).

And end the non-shopping by drinking tea discussing the different views on life a former east-german dissidente, a wicca from Bavaria and an ex-punk toxicologist can have

Blurp – Freezing with Vitamines

Outside it’s minus 3 degrees, and I’m actually making a fruit salad of honey melon, bananas, kiwis, grapes & other fruit to go with the marinated tofu, all “saved food” from the local market…

Me guesses this will be the first winter I can actually afford (mostly because of my principles of only buying, and I mean buying, locally grown, organic, food) getting a fruit overdose.

Saving food at the market is great, the people from the stands even gave us hot chocolate (and hot meals) so we could keep on going collecting. Oh, and most of the food goes to “good causes” (it’s usually so much, we can feed a lot of people) or we re-distribute it: on the way back I gave a homeless guy some of the bread), but I don’t mind grabbing some of the leftovers.