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Strobe Energy

Sorry for my readership, this IS a Munich Nights post, not a Emilie’s Chronicles. But the intensity of short-lived moments of beauty, between strobe lights and short, intense sets and spontaneous dance floors on a Wednesday night put me in a very, very specific mindset.

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M for … Montag?

M for Managing to do some house work at long last. M for Meeting over pastries and talking about important things. M for Multiboy playing in Café Shau ma moi as I get the new 4Shades album from Albert Pöschl. M for MajMusical Monday and a great, great evening of shows in the Glockenbachwerkstatt. M […]

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Bass! How low can you go?

Ernie tells me : “they are playing 30 songs in 45 minutes”. Everything on the Glocke stage is shaking from fast-paced kick-ass drum stunts. The only thought I have in mind as I head-bang and laugh at lyrics such as you have long hair and you’re lookin’ like a fucking HIPPIIIIIIIE is “these guys are […]

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Elastic minutes

Long minutes in short hours, short minutes in short hours, short minutes in long hours… Time stretches as I wait for the evening to start off at Corleone. Meanwhile, I absorb the beauty of the place : Sus Sutherland’s artwork, Fastforwardmonaco’s videos, the high ceilings and the speakers that come out of the walls. Finally […]

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Throwback Thursday

I’ve written like 3 versions of this post already. It’s hard, wanting to talk about a moment, but not finding the right tone to describe it. When I got home last night, my mind was buzzing from an eventful, long day of seeing people, meeting people. The tone of last night should have been a […]

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A healthy diet starts with wine and good music

Did you know that the first record I ever played was Protein’s Helldunkel? That I actually equipped myself with a turntable in order to enjoy that album to its full potential? Protein is special to me. So is Nana Dix, this incredible joy of a woman who feels so much.

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The Call of the East

Oh, Munich. How you surprised me tonight. Monday evening. Cosily installed in front of my laptop. Good music playing in the background. I could easily have just drank another beer by myself and happily have gone to sleep. But I really wanted to witness Franz Dobler’s speech live at the Willie Nelson Tribute. So I […]

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The raven hour

I don’t take a lot of pictures. It’s hard to portray the smell of dead leaves finding its way back into the city’s perfume after many days of the overpowering smell of sunlight. To portray the way the lukewarm breeze hits the trembling muscles of my thighs from such a long stroll by the Isar. […]

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Pink lights and good feelings

Finding that a show is on 15 minutes beforehand through Facebook. Finding out that said show is 10 minutes walk from home. Let’s go. An evening at Café Hüller, on the other side of the Isar. A cold beer in the great company of the Gutfeeling guys. It was about time we did that, too.

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Right here, right now

4 in the morning, 4 days in. It feels like the routine is : don’t even try to have a routine, or a three-part-plan, as the most beautiful things that happen to you are always out of accidents. Just give yourself a canvas for the night, the first brushstroke, the rest is a dance between […]