Berlin Weekend

The weekends in Berlin have had a certain magic in the month of May. Everyone has had its own special brand of magical realism, where something fun is happening every minute even though noone is actively trying to have fun. I went from stressing over medical bills on Friday afternoon to dancing in a field an hour outside of Berlin til the sun rose. Then Saturday, Abe Vigoda came to town and we ended the night at the weird old factory complex in Friedrichshain, hanging out in a squat bar with an unfriendly dog and an assortment of crust punk hairdos. Sunday, I went to a tour at Hamburger Bahnhof to see the Steiner Tapes, Bror's 7th birthday party, and saw John Wiese and Matmos play. One of the guys from Matmos really reminded me of Steve Albini, probably mostly because I have been watching kerosene on repetition.