Posts Tagged ‘ berlin

stornoway@bi nuu


there’s no rewind so you might as well play while your time is rolling away

they go on stage with an axe, a saw and a block of wood. oh, and there is a giant moon that’s made to look like a cheese, complete with holes… and they play, and it is PLAY in it’s truest form – exploring the unknown, completely free of expectation. go where you want to go AND MAKE IT SOUND LIKE THIS. it’s the most wonderful thing you could have wished for this evening.



nostalgia won’t save you. but it may temporarily create a bubble of fuzzy feeling and happy memories.

have a nice day…

teitur@grüner salon


fine music paired with a fine sense of humour:
„it’s like a piano bar already…“

like it? yes, or no? (‚big questions need small answers…‘)
– yes. yes, i do.

maxïmo park@astra


all we have is now.

voice. body. arms thrown wide open. („it’s sweaty. SWEATY! – the way it should be…“) paul smith generates electricity that would easily power the whole of berlin. and for the crowd here, it does.

it’s not just the dancing, it’s the smiles. this is how joy gets relayed.

admiral fallow@lido (berlin independent night)


sometimes it’s like trying to breathe through a pillow
trying to dance on a tightrope in the pouring rain…

but not tonight. tonight everything’s just fine.

this is folk pop in perfection, to the point that as you enter the room some disgruntled people come out saying it was „boring“ inside… guys, this IS what it’s like – they go for slow & quiet if the song asks for it. but then they also totally ROCK with „brother“ and two people at the drum kit kind of stuff. very much like this:

but you missed all that because you couldn’t be arsed to give them a chance?!
you know what – i bet they wouldn’t give a shit even if they had noticed. they just PLAY. exactly the kind of music they want to play. because that’s what they do – just being who they are rather than what some people might want them to be.

everyday it’s the battering of bones
it’s the saving of face
it’s the courage to turn your back on the way you were raised

(clearly, they’ve got it.)

get well soon@astra


you cannot cast out the demons – you might as well dance…

once again, konstantin gropper goes for the grand gesture – far more confidently, though, than when i saw him before.

there’s drama. there’s romance.
it’s magical.

for some reason you expect there to be snow as you head outside after the show… but it’s just cold, with a starry september night sky.

jools holland & friends@huxleys


einer der ganz großen in allem was er tut.

he gets grönemeyer to sing in english and allows you to have a bit of the soft cell live experience you may have been too young for in the eighties… the ‚friend‘ in this particular case: marc almond. the song: tainted love. obviously.

kante@festsaal kreuzberg


kante sind, das geben sie selbst bereitwillig zu, derzeit nur noch selten außerhalb der berliner schaubühne zu erleben. unter anderem deshalb wollten sie mal wieder „ein richtiges konzert“ spielen – und das tun sie dann auch, an einem der letzten ganz heißen sommertage in diesem jahr.

„die tiere sind unruhig“ könnte über die klimabedingungen im festsaal geschrieben sein…

es ist heiß und es ist schwül (…)
das fieber steigt die stadt vibriert (…)
ein sturm ist im kommen
es könnte jeden moment passiern

the ark@festsaal kreuzberg


„unfortunately, we’ve only come back to berlin to break up…“

yes, berlin is the final night of the german leg of this farewell tour and if ever a show deserved to be called truly spectacular, this has to be it.

„we will explode in ecstasy!“ declares ola salo, „and yes, we will look stupid…“
and the audience does indeed explode in ecstatic dancing but rather than look stupid it is a beautiful and splendid thing to behold.

and the final song is the one that has been with me for so long and will stay with me – ‚all-time favourite‘ won’t ever do this justice: ‚calleth you, cometh i‘. surely my brain has developed permanent neural circuits for instant access to this one… possibly the one song i’ve been quoting from most often in my head and in my diaries. the one song that has shaped my view of what true love (the ‚conquers all, no matter what‘ kind) must be like. the one song that makes me desperately wish for just that:

…it’s where my reason stops and something else comes in
i know it doesn’t make sense, but still
calleth you, cometh i
and that’s how it is.

mayer hawthorne@festsaal kreuzberg


he’s wearing a college-preppy striped shirt and khaki pants rather than the vintage three-piece suit you may have hoped for – but the music is every bit as vintage, classy and fun as expected and makes you dance till you’re drenched in sweat. mayer hawthorne seems to be so much the charming old-school gentleman that you instantly forgive him for having written the (also very old-school) most patronizing break-up song that you know (‚just ain’t gonna work out‘). one mayer smile and a little left-handed tambourine action and you’re addicted for life…