The comfort zone

Welcoming events into a venue. Keeping my eye on the time before doors open and the things still left to do. All goes according to plan? Time for a drink. Good. The gig and food are actually quite great. Even better. Guests, organizers and artists are happy. Perfect. Oh, the peace you can find in the comfort zone of things you know…

Two weeks now. A solid two weeks of eventful nights, of seeing friendly faces and meeting new ones, of seizing opportunities and prospects to make every Munich Night unique. Two weeks of also trying to find that sweet spot in this small universe where I can snuggle in and feel purposeful. Through the fog of intense feelings, sometimes the good way to go is hard to find, but with the clear-headedness of the comfort zone, the possible paths begin to appear. No idea where they lead, but that’s the fun, right?

A solid two days of the Praxis being “invaded” by the Tam Tam crew. A ladder, pin spots and discoballs, pieces of coloured glass hung to fishing lines from wherever possible, bread and glorious homemade cheese and juicy olives and flowery schnapps that slap you in the face. Beers disappear quite fast as guests start to arrive (early!). I’m the improvised bartender, tonight. I learn how to say “Spendenbasis” without looking too much like an idiot.

*Flash forward in time*

The reason why it took me two days to share this post is that I felt like I needed more time to dive back into Daniel Door / Punkratz Wandler’s set. It was, let’s say, fucking marvellous, and to be able to re-listen to it now is a great privilege. 10 minutes tracks, solid beat construction, sung mantras, soundscapes that throw you in futuristic spiritual rites in nature… I happily discovered Punkratz Wandler’s universe this week, and I can’t get enough. An illbient tribal dance into alternative planes of existence. Listen to it.

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*Flash back*

The show ends and still, the ‘venue’ doesn’t empty. There’s something about the Praxis’ aura that makes you want to stay there. Or maybe it’s the cheap beer and the great food. Or maybe, even the music recs from the nerdy girl behind the counter. A collective move to Favorit Bar as Pico Be is DJing. I arrive just as he puts on a song of the Raketenbasis Haberlandstrasse LP that came out this fall.

Being somewhere where it’s socially acceptable to put some BELP music as a good track to drink beer to : this, this is the comfort zone.