Martina's here again! Last night there was free entrance to all 33 clubs at Kunstpark Ost. Six of us went and we basically experienced the whole spectrum of clubbing.
Finally got into Kahlinka (after Eric and I had rudely been denied admission I was pretty darn curious), which had table-top-dancing scantily clad girls and guys and played a fast and furious house remix of the song "Kahlinka" and some other supposedly Russian tunes.
Then after that we hit the Keller. It was as good as it's ever been, not too crowded, but still real crazy, with wild moshing ushered in by System of a Down.
Got kicked out of the Munich Beach Club: it was super fun! At first they wouldn't let the six of us in, probably because we were five guys and one girl, though they wouldn't answer Martina when she asked why. Just as we were ready to move on they changed their minds. We went in and were surprised to find that nothing was going on, even though it was quarter to one. (What exactly had the bouncers at the front door been protecting anyway, we wondered?) Inside we headed straight for the indoor sand volleyball court, which was dark and going unused, and Martina and I started playing. Then some guy came over real pissed-like and told us to get off. Martina was mouthing him and I was just laughing the whole time. He decided to do the macho thing and escort us from the club. Martina told him she thought he was "real cool," while I danced across the floor, occasionally getting weak shoves (merely suggestions as to which direction I should be heading) from him in the back. There was no parting kick in the pants; we didn't end up on our faces drinking gutter water. On the whole it was a pretty sub-par throwing out. I felt cheated. ;)
After this we danced to techno, since Mattias was along and yes, we aim to please. My first techno experience. It was a special show, "Deep Space Night," (which they wouldn't let us ever forget, broadcasting it on the screen one word at a time on probably 20 different occasions), and the lasers were great. Green waves of light crashed over us. Strobes. Starbursts. Helicopter scans. All the while thumping, thumping. "You're no longer in control of your movements. The sound has taken over your body." Sometimes it's nice to just dance amorphously, to be a techno amoeba, rather than worry about whether or not this or that alternative song is going to go into double-time or (Incubus-style) lose all semblance of rhythm.
Posted by Alan at August 15, 2002 02:11 PM