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Wed 6th July 2011 So, er, this happened. About a week ago, I took Polish Marcin to see some bars around my old area of Prenzlauerberg, and we ended up at Dr. Pong briefly; there was a little performance going on in the little entrance area with some girls singing Zombie by Cranberries. Went into the bar area, where I ran into Mary Cheeses who was DJ'ing there. In the conversation, it turns out that we have the same flight to London on the 6th July (today). I joked that we should certainly have sex on the plane, and she didn't rule it out :p In any case, a few days later she e-mailed to say that her flight is a few hours after mine, so my plan wouldn't be possible. So.. back in the present, the street date girl from yesterday didn't show, but as I didn't know what she looked like anyway, she could well have just walked straight past me. One girl did walk past, and smiled at me, so I assumed it must be her, so I got up & smiled, said hello, hugged her and asked how long we had before she has to go to work, whereupon she said that she had to go directly, so I was like "Oh, I thought we were going to have a coffee together" and she, realising there had been some kind of misunderstanding, said "But i don't know you". It wasn't the same girl from the night before. Nevermind. So I came home again, slept a bit, and woke up for my last night out in Berlin. Started at home with Housemate Tim & Louis the cat, and headed out to meet the team. Zombies got the ball rolling (not often you hear that phrase, it's a lethal cocktail), and ended up at Cake after much tomfoolery including bumping into Rutgers Pat AGAIN on a random street, and picking up two English girls who I think I was trying to swap clothes with on the way to Cake. Started kissing one of them at the back of Cake, and when I went out front to see the boys, I got chatting to a stunning German girl & somehow stared kissing her. Was breaking my own rules here, but last night in Berlin etc, I made a little exception. But then, proper dilemma; I had a flight in a few hours, hadn't packed, and didn't want to look like a slut being seen kissing two girls in different ends of the bar. Meanwhile, the friends of Outside Girl were giving me a ton of shit in German about kissing their friend who has a boyfriend apparently. SO.. went back in & spent some more time with Inside Girl until Robin & Daniel came in to say that a fight was brewing outside between Outside Girls friends & my friends, downed my drink, went out to try to sort that out & this is where my memory begins to haze over. Facts are that I missed my flight but somehow ended up on the same plane as Mary Cheeses after all, which was a little awkward as I think she suspected that I'd purposely changed my flight so I had a chance to fuck her in the sky! I promise that was not the case :p I just noticed that my body is cut & bruised from last nights revels. No idea why. Is everyone ok? |
Tue 5th July 2011 I have, since beginning this blog many many years ago, noticed that statistically I get far more readers when I talk about personal situations in my life. It's the opposite to what I hoped for or imagined, but in any case, as is the current case, maybe some of you will be interested to hear this typically ridiculous situation right now. It's 7am, and I'm at a cafe at the corner of my street, drinking coffee but drunk of course, though it's morning in more ways than one. Christ, how do I describe this. Last night I was drunk, of course, and ended up talking to a (beautiful) swedish girl in some bar on the other side of town. Like a fool, I took offence at the first hint of rejection & left for home, stopping (of course) at every club / bar / old friend on the way. The weather was unfriendly, and my shoes got wet, so I removed them & trod the way home barefoot. Nobody likes a Coldfoot. Whereupon, around this time of morning, feeling tremendously guilty that I'd been disproportionately unfair to the (beautiful) Swedish girl, I saw another creature (perhaps not quite so beautiful) and tried to make amends for previous transgressions regarding the (somesay) fairer sex. Truth be told, perhaps I was hoping for some touchy-feely miracle of randomness. As it turns out, she was on her way to work, and said that tomorrow (today) she would leave her house ten mins earlier so that we could have a coffee together & see how we got along. I promised I would be there (here). Meanwhile, I went home, washed my feet as housemate Tim was preparing for a day at work, talked drunkenly at him about my night for ten mins, slept, woke up when housemate Tim came back from work whereupon he told me this whole story about my night which I'd obviously forgotten in it's entirety. Then I went out with Pat, as it's both our independence days (we got berid of the cunts) and when he & his went home at around 3am I went awondering, and lo & behold, the next bar I entered into housed ONLY the (very, very beautiful) swedish girl sitting in the corner, all alone, looking beautiful. Fucking beautiful, let's get that straight. So.. wondering at the gift of an opportunity to make amends, I crawled over & apologised, which led to an in depth discussion rendering me hopelessly infatuated. We talked about all-sorts, and I was wholeheartedly engaged inside every wobbly fibre that makes ungrateful man, until I told her the story about what happened after I'd left her the night before. I said come home with me. She reminded me that I have a date. I insisted that she wouldn't appear, but I had to try because I'd promised. She said that my date would turn up for sure, and then where would she be. What could I do. And now, as I'm typing this, I know for sure that my date hasn't shown. But I kept my promise. |
Mon 4th July 2011 Incredibly, outside an obscure bar in no man's land at 5am, I ran into Pat from Rutgers, the college in New Jersey I materialised at a few years ago. Been spending some time with him, in the nether nether zones of this ever-fluxing city. There have been parties in parking lots, consecutive days danced out of existence and, of course, many frowning bouncers Lord bless 'em. |
Fri 1st July 2011 Wow, a new single from Beirut, well excited to hear this. Ended up alone at a (very) gay club last night in Berlin, when I left the place at 10am I simply had to embrace the first yielding woman I saw just to redress the balance & get some femininity into my senses. Thank you random woman on the way to work, I hope your day was more productive than mine. I did write a song the other day, certainly not one of my best: vitamins washed down with coffee bronze calm on the deck seagulls squauking see things she brings back suffering made her simple and simple made her sound dawn floods dollhouse doorways 'cross the town sunshine on grass & green olives think on subways & sin you wound me deeper than archives and keener than kin |
Thu 30th June 2011 Nottalottasay right now, but I came to this bar to use up my e-music downloads & the muthas already moved on to next months allocations, so I lost my June tunes. Now I got a glass of wine's worth of time to write to you champs, but nowt of note to convey. Other than that which I'd sooner forget. Or have long forgotten. "Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou owedst yesterday." |
Tue 28th June 2011 Firstly, seeing as time is entirely subjective in this city, and utterly out of sync with the rest of the world, it will remain Berlin week for the foreseeable future. Found a real treasure of an international bookshop today, filled to the gills with beautifully bound, breathing relics from cultures acknowledged & forgotten. And in the depths of the place, what ho, a little stage whereby every Tuesday there be a little show. And as it turns out, today be Tuesday, so that's where I'm going next. And then, after that, I'll be on the town with Polish Marcin, who is visiting for one day & says he will come from the East, like the Russians, bringing death & Vodka. And I was hoping for a day off the craziness, but guess there's no chance of that this evening. Currently in the bar that isn't a bar, but a space behind a secret doorway which sells beer & has wifi. I wish you could see this place, I'm the only person in this room, it's like a basement full of discarded furniture with no lights and, wow, a dog just trotted over and said hi. Someone just saw me in here & turned some lights on - they're like 80's Christmas Tree lights & they've illuminated a heavy red curtain behind me which for some reason makes me feel like I'm in the muppet show. And of course, there is the obligatory disco ball. No matter how punky or posh, affluent or alternative a bar in Berlin be, there will always be at least one of these spherical shinypeeps lurking pendulously from above. Toilets included. Disco in my loo. This is the kind of place that leads me to tell people who visit Berlin to go with somebody who knows the city, or at least stay long enough to discover some of the real interesting hants, as they're well hidden from tourists. There are even people living on this street who don't know this place. |
Some Forgotten Day, June 2011 Well! The tomato festival yesterday was plain ridiculous, but very much fun, and screaming into a megaphone in the street while hammering out a bunch of old TheBed songs with wailing distortion was kinda cathartic. Got a lot of bottled up confliction that is finding outlet though mostly healthy channels. 
Your Starkself has got some great feedback, and Berlin is being very tolerant of my occasional fits of madness. Reading a LOT of Shakespeare (almost covered a round of the complete works since being here), sitting on my balcony in the sun with a view of the tower. |
Tue 21st June 2011 I never know where to start when attempting to describe Berlin. Certainly, my Berlin. Been here around 9 days now, feels like a hundred, got myself a real cosy apartment with a cat called Louis & a flatmate who dances for me & cooks her pussy most evenings. Long story. By complete chance I'm living less than a minute from many old friends, including Jana, who is singing some harmonies with me at the shows (She's also on a couple of the old recordings from previous Berlin days), amazing amazing Ed, and a somewhat frightened Heiko, who I bumped into outside his apartment the other day! Played a show at the 48 Stunden Neukolln Festival on Friday evening, and tomorrow I play two sets in different parts of the Sonnenallee Tomatencasino Festival, 6pm & 7pm if yer in town. I've no idea what to expect, except that it'll be noisy, so wish me luck with that, I'll try get a photo or something. I'll be singing through a megaphone on a mic stand, so it'll be visually original if nothing else. All manner of interesting stuff happening, but I've no internet in my apartment so it'll appear slightly back-logged. Much loving x |
Mon 20th June 2011 It's a great time to be in Berlin, with all the street festivals & Summer wonders. First day in town provided a surprise visit from our very own Lars Koch, who appeared out of nowhere declaring a revenge match for the England vs. Germany drinking battles we used to have. I'd just arrived off the plane, with barely an hours sleep the night before, so wasn't in principal shape for such an event, but the undertaking was of course joyous & ultimately successful from a national perspective. Queen take note, Your Loyal Subject. |
Mon 20th June 2011 Haha I love this city. |