Filed under: concerts, music, songs on the internet, travels | Tags: electropop, Fever Ray, Hamburg, Heartbeats, Kampnagel, The Knife
Boys and girls, a momentous moment in the short but glorious history of glow.like.berlin: I left Berlin.
dramatic pause
If this doesn’t make you shudder & gasp as it should, let me point out that it was the first time Berlin & I have spent apart since we made it official, when we moved in together in May. Tru Story!
It doesn’t help matters that my little indiscretion took place in Hamburg, of all places!
Let me start at the beginning. It was a classic Friday night; lounging in the kitchen, expecting calls & company, but tired of waiting — one hand on the cell phone, the other idly hitting the ‘next’ button on the Facebook photo album of the drunken suburban shenanigans of a person you don’t know just because someone you went to high school with is tagged making a kissy face in one of the pictures — my housemate and I started the party ourselves. There was wine, there were cookies, it got later & later. Very soon we were feeling cozy: candlelight and “Heartbeats” by The Knife.
We were seized by a fervor for Swedish electronic pop music. In just minutes we had booked tickets to see Fever Ray in Hamburg, on a Wednesday night weeks away. Confirm! Done and done.
File this under: split second drunken decisions turned epic adventures.
AKA the best kind.
Enough talk! I need to learn to shut up. The concert was mystic, tribal, hypnotic electronic swedish enchantment.
There were lasers and mirrors
there were kooky lamps that blinked on and off, like confused jellyfish in a sea of artificial fog and neon light
and there was Fever Ray, deeply cooing electropriestess.
Did i say lasers yet?
(is he throwing up the jay-z diamond?)
As an added element of surprise and suspense to our little one-day adventure, the ride home we had planned backed out at the last minute, leaving us trapped like rats in Hamburg! My heart was hurting for Berlin and I was scared and confused. BUT they redeemed themselves by hooking us up with an apt to crash at. As we battled the coat check mob and spilled out the venue into the frosty night, in my head I was already preparing myself for a brown pull-out couch and a sticky bathroom floor. What we got were freshly ironed sheets & a soft guest bed, impeccable taste, and a pair of gracious architect hosts.
Made it extra hard to slither out of bed at 5 am to jump the train in time for work.
I really wanted to give Fever Ray the last word, but I can’t figure out how to embed video from pitchfork. Somebody needs to talk to WordPress about that.
just CLICCKKKKK fools
***Fever Ray – Keep the Streets Empty For Me (video)***
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