January 29, 2015
1. Getting there / Berghain
Berghain - not your usual buzzword for getting indications
I headed the infamous club Berghain at the odd hour of 5 in the afternoon, which is not a usual hour in the day to either leave a club, or to leave for a club. Apparently it was a good hour to catch the sound checks which only opened my appetite for the sonic mayhem that was about to break loose over the humans gathered there to exercise their open-minded auditory horizons.
I showed up at the info point in Ostbahnhof bearing an innocent face and multiple layers of black knitwear, asking how I could possibly get to a club called the Berghain. That confused the shit out of them. After some thinking they told me to get out of the station and turn left. I thought they just wanted me to get out of the station and I wanted the same thing. Hovering around the station asking for indications unsuccessfully, I avoided looking at my phone to see how I just missed the hour I should have gotten to the JK Flesh sound check but when I saw the crushing actual performance, I was glad that was the only version I witnessed for the evening.
It was past 6 PM and an alternative guy with huge headphones on his ears was the first to react at my question, as if Berghain was not actually Fata Morgana, but an actual club that can be pinned down on the map. I even took a picture of the map on his google-maps because I did not have Internet. Phone- driven space navigation on true meta-level. I told him about the CTM and he knew about it.
After being turned down from the Berghain twice over the course of Sunday night already, which was just two nights before, I was starting to feel like I should have gothed up a bit more maybe, no matter how unprofessional or awkward that would have felt given the fact that my purpose was truly and sincerely cultural.
“That feeling of raw anger and outsider rage pervaded the thick smoke in the room and everybody was moving to those loops thickly layered and fortified by the utterly sick vocals.”