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camrogersSaturday, 22nd May, 2010.
Last night was spent down at the Felsenkeller (again, holy crap the buildings.) I'll upload photos, again, once I get the bandwidth. The linked website doesn't do justice to the atmosphere of the place once kitted out with a stage, amps, lighting system and a shitload of discarded booze and trash at the front door.
We wound up seeing Decadence and Joy of Life, both perfectly terrible. It only got better from here.
After that we trammed it into the city, J and I had a couple of long coffees at a beautiful little place and then walked to the annual 3-night WGT club 'When We Were Young.'
Walking in was a scene anyone who has ever watched a vampire film set in the modern day is familiar with. Arched doorway, dark inside. Eyes adjust to reds and blacks as the pound gets louder. Through another door, out onto a mezzanine, music deafening, and looking over the balcony a writhing and strobing dancefloor presents itself.
It was ludicrous just how quickly an idiot grin slapped itself on my face. It was exactly like stepping through from one side of the screen to the other.
In short: three levels, great music - all of it new - and the crowd had made an effort. A real effort. Trad punks, lingerie goths, candy ravers, angels of death, loose-clothed boys with backpacks, Russians dressed like sex assassins, the trenchcoat brigade, you name it. That's the club we walked home from, mentioned in my 'dawn' assignment from the last post. I didnt take a camera to it though, alas.
Last night was spent down at the Felsenkeller (again, holy crap the buildings.) I'll upload photos, again, once I get the bandwidth. The linked website doesn't do justice to the atmosphere of the place once kitted out with a stage, amps, lighting system and a shitload of discarded booze and trash at the front door.
We wound up seeing Decadence and Joy of Life, both perfectly terrible. It only got better from here.
After that we trammed it into the city, J and I had a couple of long coffees at a beautiful little place and then walked to the annual 3-night WGT club 'When We Were Young.'
Walking in was a scene anyone who has ever watched a vampire film set in the modern day is familiar with. Arched doorway, dark inside. Eyes adjust to reds and blacks as the pound gets louder. Through another door, out onto a mezzanine, music deafening, and looking over the balcony a writhing and strobing dancefloor presents itself.
It was ludicrous just how quickly an idiot grin slapped itself on my face. It was exactly like stepping through from one side of the screen to the other.
In short: three levels, great music - all of it new - and the crowd had made an effort. A real effort. Trad punks, lingerie goths, candy ravers, angels of death, loose-clothed boys with backpacks, Russians dressed like sex assassins, the trenchcoat brigade, you name it. That's the club we walked home from, mentioned in my 'dawn' assignment from the last post. I didnt take a camera to it though, alas.
