Dear people that sometimes fall on a webpage,
This is a long overdue online update of what happens offline, in this Munich Scene/Subculture(s) where all is known without the need of a WLAN connection.
Munich Again Thursdays is now a monthly Mittwoch in Import Export. I repeat. Munich Again is now every last Wednesday of the month in Import Export! For more informations about that, and for a long overdue wonderful overview of all the magic that happened weekly in Rote Sonne for 10 months : read under the cut B-)
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Hello, here’s the blogger again. Long time no see 🙂 . I want to share my impressions on the first Munich Again Thursday yesterday, not from the booker’s point of view, but from the Emilie that watches the Munich Scene from afar, the Emilie that feels a lot of love for the artists that give her healing energy and the audiences that take the time to really listen to them.
Continue reading “The opening night from the blogger’s point of view”
Something visible, audible, strong and shaking the landscape. A earthquake in Munich. Or a lightning striking the city, maybe. Nope, this was the Alien Kick, and to this much-needed invader, we wish the warmest welcome and hope it will come back soon.
From trance caused by polyrhythmic melodies to shocked awe in the face of purity and the ecstasy of a burning dancefloor, Alien Disko was a sanctuary of intense emotions. Alien Disko was everything everybody had hoped for and even more. Continue reading “The Life Post Alien Disko”
Let me tell you a story. The story of a fangirl living the dream. It’s a tale of diving head first into opportunities, a tale of shared passion for music, a tale of love fusing from all sides.
In this story, this fangirl left her fingerprints all over the musical stories of a city. Somewhere, in the last year, Emilie-the-crazy-girl-from-Canada, Emilie-from-munichagain, became part of the Munich Scene that she wrote so much about.
Continue reading “Peace and Noise and a new chapter of the story”
My evening at the Import Export has been booked for months now. Finally seeing Le Millipede live, and then being over-enthusiast about the 1115 add-on to the show, and then getting to know a little about Jam Money from hearing it at Favorit Bar and instantly digging it… Last night’s line-up was perfect on paper, but it was completely surreal live.
Continue reading “The sounds the stars listened to”
I’ll have to start this post about the Friday LeRoy instore gig at the Praxis with some words of love to this tiny, fantastic record store that I’m working in. Five days a week for a month now, I spent my afternoon (and some very neat evenings) in Schamoni’s record store, putting some quality records on and talking with people about the fantastic sounds produced by the Munich Underground Scene. In the last weeks, the Praxis was a place where beauty happened.
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Is SMS (Schamoni Musik Service) fluid or solid? Is SMS’ core stable or is it an evolving entity? Was SMS a fixed point in time (oooh and a pretty cool, historical one that was) or is there more to expect?
So questions I had this summer after the 7 hours of magic have been answered! On Monday, at Favorit Bar, a small but very attentive audience was treated with a new SMS set, this time with Schamoni Misters BELP, Mycrotom and Punkratz Wandler.
Continue reading “SMS – Striking Melodic Spontaneity”
From Thursday to Sunday night, only one enormous day happened. No time to write, no time to rest. Each musical moment, each discussion, each surprise encounter leading to even more fondness… It’s Tuesday evening, right now, and I am still recovering from this hangover of love.
Continue reading “The Night that never ended”
Ok let’s spread some love like Nutella on a hot, buttery croissant. Let’s spread some love for some younger bands, because we all know that my usual network is more in the established underground and that I have found a niche in which I feel very, very comfortable.
Cord Club. A bouncer at the entrance. A crowd of twenty-somethings, cute girls dancing on the front row. BR cameras everywhere. Led lights, pop culture paintings on the walls, we are so far away from my usual venues. The Cassettes, The Escalateurs, Dezolat. Three bands who put fire to their audience tonight.
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Sunday, waking up exhausted from a week of shows and closing bars too often and so many interesting encounters. Catching the 12h40 train to Augsburg in extremis. Being welcomed at a friend’s table for a late lunch, tea and cake. A walk outside, taking in this city, its sights and its smells. Watching the Christmas lights replace the sunlight. Taking the time to take pictures for loved ones.
Continue reading “Healing in Augsburg”