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| Berlin, November 2013 |
Travel time
O13 and I wonder what it is that makes it so special to play the homelands. Is
it the faces, the familiar ones, all connected to certain and different aspects
offstage of the routine you call life? The missing chance to leave the next day
the same way you came, as a stranger? Or just the prophet´s missing honour in
his own country (as Doc Marten will splendidly remark a few weeks later) that
plants expectations, doubts, fears and muzzles for the ego deep in the corners
of a solid brain?
Whatever,
I´m fucking more nervous the usual...
Another
point is the completely missing glamour while taking the train to the venue!
Punching a ticket is all but rock`n`roll, no matter how hard you try. That´s
why I´m glad that the Urban Spree is withing walking distance, at least from
that point I´m standing now.
The
maelstrom´s silhouette is pumping light in the dark sky and it´s breathing,
gasping, rattling and sighing sounds so deceptively peaceful from here above
that I almost fall for it. Trains and cars, people and ghosts and suddenly, not
able to detect a reason, I have a line in my mind:”A man in my shoes runs a
light and all the papers lied tonight...” Yes, you´re right Mr. Butler, time
for chasing some ghosts tonight...Samael is already chomping at the bit...
The last time we met Lotus Feed (as far as I can remember!) was in Berlin too, supporting Mark Burgess´ ChameleonsVox early in 2011, just a stone´s throw away from here. Omen? I hope not, because I can´t remember anything but an incomplete band, one of the most beautiful eyes I ever wanted to fall in and a guy puking in the backyard of the Magnet. Rock`n`Roll, eh?
Difficult
decision: finishing that cigarette wrapped in fascist coldness or entering the
club?
Ice
crystals and smoke are filling my lung and addiction is an asshole...
Shaking
hands and it´s always strange to replace virtuality by reality, to face faces
instead of pictures and while written messages can easily become chapters, now
you catch yourself tainted with shyness and missing words. Phrases with masks.
(A state due to erase just 24 hours later!)
Just a few
minutes until some curtains will raise and Gabriel gets edgy in his stable...
And here
they are, the faces, the familiar ones and I really forgot that some of them
feel quite well. There are lost companions, thieves and servants, jugglers and
forgers, beggars and soldiers, wizards and witches, midgets, giants, sirens…social
myths and fables. Feels a bit like home all around…
…some
sounds, drinks and cigs later…
Think it
was a night worth to remember. I liked Aeon Sable´s felt otherness in
combination with that undiluted Goth sound and I enjoyed Lotus Feed´s emotionally
punching performance. (Later that tour I will try to list all covers they had
done, but I will fail. Cure, Bauhaus, Joy Division, Chameleons…seems we have
the same record dealer! Or just the same musical socialisation…)
It felt
good standing up there and spotting Uriel in the crowd made me feel comfortable
in a way I had barely expected. Not sure if sounds a bit too cheesy now, but it
felt great to play “Snow” that night the first time after almost two years. “Where
I´m at home…?” I guess in that particular moment I was sure about the answer.
A last hug,
a last drink, last snatches of music…time to rush northwards. A prophet is
packing his bag and we have to leave too. The sails are hoisted and the homesickness
is moored…Hamburg, we´re leaving the harbour….
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| Berlin, November 2013 |
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