Last night decided to go to The Backstage. Entrance is free right now. But when I got there the music was live German ska--not exactly my thing. There were a lot of punk types getting totally trashed out on the sidewalk when I arrived, and there were even more when I left, less than an hour later. I fled to the Keller.
On the way there I saw the drunkest middle-aged women I've ever seen. They were hiccupping loudly and I couldn't help but laugh at them. One of them, the drunkest, kept looking at me with her drunk eyes, hiccupping, and at one point told me she loved me. I found that I could understand their German and they mine for the most part. Maybe I've found my perfect training grounds.
The Keller was good, as always. But there was a surprise. For those of you who aren't in the know, the current obsession with me is Rage Against the Machine (c.f. giant flag on my wall). And in particular their third album which I just got into the other day. That's what I really wanted to hear last night, but I didn't expect to in the least, since I've never heard it played in a club here before.
As I hit the Keller dance floor, almost on queue, Guerilla Radio starts playing. I was...out of control.
When all was said and done for the night the S-Bahn stranded me in Giesing, as for some reason the track between Giesing and Neuperlach Sued was closed today. There were no U- or S-Bahns leaving until almost five so I was forced to shell out the usual outrageous sum for a taxi.
My English-speaking German friends weren't there, since I was alone, and I realize now that I didn't say a word of English to anyone the whole night, which is actually quite an accomplishment for me.
Posted by Alan at September 14, 2002 10:19 AM