It took me thirteen days.
It´s kind of strange - I don´t like the drum-and-bass they prefer in Leipzig, but it seems, they have good contacts to the British scene.
Often there are famous DJs from the most European island. Many Metalheadz guys.
Two weeks after my Dresden-experience DJ Storm came to Leipzig. A friend of mine told me.
We met friday (!!!!) evening at my place. He brought a mate with him. It was still early that night, so we watched a couple of Southpark-episodes and had some coffee.
This one guy is working at a coffee-shop, so I had to convince him, that my espresso is better than the stuff he has to sell.
(I always have some gourmet-espresso, not that cheap stuff from the supermarket). Everybody got a glass of water, some amarettini an now we tested the different espressi I´ve made. The first one was an 100% Arabica (my favourite), the other one was an Robusta/Arabica-mixture. Good stuff. Definitely better than RedBull.
We started round about midnight. Due to the fact that we only had two beers and besides we were kind of hungry, we went to a local Späti.
Damn! It was pretty cold outside. I wished, I´ve put my Becks into the microwave instead of the fridge. When we arrived at the Späti, this place was already closed since 10:00pm. Not really disappointed but still hungry we moved on. On our way we passed a church. There were two giggling girls. Both of them were totally drunk. It seemed, they couldn´t find any other toilet, except the churche´s corners. We stand on the other side of the street yelling: "Plätscher, plätscher!" I don´t think, it was for them as funny as for us.
This friend of mine was looking for a bank, so this was our next stop. Outside the bank-building we met some really nice girls. You know this emo-girls? With these HelloKitty-buttons, chucks and this uniform haircut? We tried to convince them, to come with us, but they were already on their way home.
We weren´t in a hurry. So we arrived at the "Distillery" round about 1.00am. This place is really strange! The bouncers did nothing! Just standing there. They didn´t even search for drugs or weapons. Outside the club, there was a BBQ. We were still hungry, so I had a bratwurst, which was pretty hot. However, my mates had steaks, which weren´t even warm. They didn´t care - no more starving.
The lady at the entrance was pretty stupid. She wasn´t able to put a stamp on my arm! She hit my hand twice, but didn´t hit my arm.
We went in. Jungle. Slow 150 bpm stuff. I had a look on the people there. Students. Never seen a shaver in a year, or soap. At a Reggea-Party I had expected guys like these, so I get afraid: Is this the right party? At the wardrobe, all that "good Germans" stand in a row. We went by, and gave that wardrobe-girl our jackets. Nobody complained. Same at the bar, this weak bastards all stand there, and I get my beer first. Pussies. I don´t want to, but this student-guys always make me aggressive.
I get a beer (Krombacher) and a plastic-chip for deposit. Nice idea, but I always loose tiny, little things like this.
There were two floors: Leipzig-style-d´n´b on the mainfloor and "Breakbeat, HipHop, Electronica" [sic] on the second floor. This meant CDs instead of a DJ. We found a leather-couch near the bar, so we could have a look on the girls and this hippie-student-clowns. Storm was already playing. Wasn´t really good, in my opinion.
I knew, she´s maybe thirty or something, but when I saw this old woman behind the turntables, I thought it would be probably a good idea buying some Botox-stocks.
We kept sitting on our couch, laughing out these Leipzig-guys.
The more bere, cocktails or whatever I get, the worse become my parties. The last parties I went to, I had less beer, but more fun than ever before. In Dresden (Thirteen days a week 1 ) I only got three beer. This evening I had two, and I didn´t want more.
I went over to the bar and pushed some guys slightly away. Telling the waitress to get me some mineral-water. She was neither really pretty nor really kind. I asked, if I could get a cold water, and not that warm one, which she put into the fridge just a few seconds before. I smiled and asked really nice. But she didn´t want to do me that favour. I didn´t mind and went back to my mates. Some guy sat on "my" place. I didn´t say anything. Just staring at these guy and making a little gesture. He sneaked away. In Dresden they would kick my ass for behaviour like that. In here, they didn´t even say a word!
The music was not like partying. So I continued my "distillery-sight-seeing-tour" and went to the facilities.
In Germany there´s a law, saying a public location must have separate toilets for men and women. Hmmm, Leipzig have to be an exterritorial area. Due to in this club, there exists only an unisex-toilet. Interesting. It might have some advantages, I thought, remembering this party in DD two weeks ago.
But there were some strong disadvantages. The cabins were pretty filthy, more than I ever had seen before on a mens toilet. Besides it was almost impossible to wash your hands, because all the girls were standing in front of the mirror. However, it was kind of interesting, listen to that silly chats. "Uhhh! Wie kriegst du deine Locken so schön hin?" And after this curly girl had left: "Man, sah die scheiße aus!" Hahahahahaaa!
I took the stairs down to the second floor. All I saw was this artificial party-smoke. There they kept playing music from CDs or harddisks. Pretty boring. At the bar I tried to get water from the waitress, the nice one, and she gave me a cold bottle. My friends were still sitting on "our" couch.
The mainfloor was absolutely overcrowded. Still wondering why. In most cases the big-names are really disappointing. They seem bored and kinda nasty. I can´t stand this "I-am-resident-at-a-London-club"-attitude.
Let me describe what was going on during Storm was playing her set.
All these student-hippie-guys were yelling. You all know these kind of guys, asking: "Hey, haste ma ne Kippe? Kann ich mir ma eine drehen? Entspann dich ma, ist alles cooool." They all were cheering to the person on the platform. Hey! DJ Storm! She´s famous. She MUST be great. Seventy years ago, these were the guys cheering to others on platforms.
Imagine a plastic-bag, stuffed with 150 pounds of grease! Imagine, this bag is wearing shoes! And now, imagine this plastic-bag is falling from one shoe to the other! You got it? This is, how the average d´n´b-fan from Leipzig is moving to the music. An elephant suffering on athritis is more graceful. A concrete-pile seems more dynamic.
About 4 o´clock Storm finished her set and some Leipzig-local took over. Same lame stuff. Everytime, when I thought: "Nice, it´s getting faster" he (and Storm before) broke the beat. Pretty annoying. But, his set was increasing. Progressive. Not this really hard stuff I prefer, but something for partying. Do you still have the picture from this grease-bags in your mind? Imagine 100 or maybe 150 shoulder to shoulder an a small dancefloor. The quest is: How to party in the middle of 100 grease-bags.
This lame "left-foot, right-food, left-food,..."-crowd couldn´t really deal with my kind of partying. The advantage was, I´ve had enough space to move. Probably, I was the only one, with more than an arm-length to his neighbours. The disadvantage: all these unshaved student-faggots stared at me, thinking: "Hmmmm...(mental emptiness)" I enjoyed it. Had my fun. In cases like this, I don´t mind, what people possibly think.
Smoking inside clubs is prohibited since a couple of months. As a non-smoker, this is pretty cool. If the party is over, you don´t smell like an ashtray. But there are always some people, breaking the law. In this club, the bouncer sneaked through the crowd, and if he saw a guy smoking, he took their cigarettes, putting it on the floor. I´ve seen him doing it three times. Sympathic guy, this bouncer.
All of sudden, point 6.00am they switched on the lights - and stopped the music. Six o´clock! In the morning! Can you dig it? It was like a cultural-shock or something.
In my hometown, they had beaten up the DJ.
I still had these plastic-chip, so I went to the bar, getting my money back. In the light, the bar-maids looked still more ugly than before. Now we had to get our jackets. The same scene, all this "good-German"-students stand there, in a (much longer) row, well disciplined. Like sheeps, waiting in a slaughter-house. I walked on by, pushed some guy slightly away, got my jackets, got my friends jackets and went out.
Outside it was already light. I was in these particular after-party mood. The light, the sound in your head, being tired. We went to the tram-stop. On the way, I found a flowerpot next a bike. I took the flowers with me. My mates friend (this coffee-shop-guy), who had to work these day, took a taxi to get home. The rest of us missed the tram, so we walked home. It´s always strange when you went home from party, seeing all the other people. Saturday morning, many of them went to work. Strange. We stopped at a bakery, to get some cake and a muffin.
I put the flowerpot on a table and went out. Ten seconds later: "Damn! I´ve forgotten my flowers", so I went back in and got them. At the LVZ-building, I had to move left, my mate straight ahead, so we said goodbye.It was still pretty cold, the way home took me about 30 minutes, and I still carried this god-damn flowerpot.
At home, I put it on the table in my room, took a shower an went to bed. When I woke up, the flowers seemed pretty weak, it was too warm for them inside. I put the flowerpot outside my window. There it still is.
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