426-745 (Wednesday, February 2, 2011) Random number stamp*: Club Transmediale: Selector’s Choice feat. Philip Sherburne  @ Monarch Berlin It just so happened that, during the time we were in Berlin, an innovative music and art festival called Club Transmediale was going on—how fortuitous! I found out that one of my favorite music writers, Philip Sherburne, was DJing at a bar in Kreuzberg called Monarch, so we headed over (and on the way, I managed to slip and fall on a ledge on Skalitzer Straße, oof). We managed to get a bit lost in a courtyard featuring airbrushed wall paintings, but finally found the right door and walked upstairs. Inside, tons of people were sitting lined up in front of a big row of windows facing the street. Phil’s set was billed as a collection of tracks he doesn’t usually get to play at clubs, ie., slower and weirder stuff, which it pretty much was. I didn’t recognize much (with help from the wonderfully massive beers they served, pictured above). However, he did play one Notorious B.I.G. or somesuch track, which I can’t for the life of me recall.Afterwards, we ended up at a drag queen bar called Barbie Deinhoff’s which featured no drag queens (aka way too much Deinhoff, not enough Barbie). Maybe the queens just don’t come out on Wednesdays—fair enough.*We were in Germany, I happen to be Jewish by birth, and lo and behold, check out this stamp. Needless to say, tasteless jokes ensued. Thanks to Morgan for le photo.

426-745 (Wednesday, February 2, 2011)

Random number stamp*: Club Transmediale: Selector’s Choice feat. Philip Sherburne  @ Monarch Berlin

It just so happened that, during the time we were in Berlin, an innovative music and art festival called Club Transmediale was going on—how fortuitous! I found out that one of my favorite music writers, Philip Sherburne, was DJing at a bar in Kreuzberg called Monarch, so we headed over (and on the way, I managed to slip and fall on a ledge on Skalitzer Straße, oof).

We managed to get a bit lost in a courtyard featuring airbrushed wall paintings, but finally found the right door and walked upstairs. Inside, tons of people were sitting lined up in front of a big row of windows facing the street. Phil’s set was billed as a collection of tracks he doesn’t usually get to play at clubs, ie., slower and weirder stuff, which it pretty much was. I didn’t recognize much (with help from the wonderfully massive beers they served, pictured above). However, he did play one Notorious B.I.G. or somesuch track, which I can’t for the life of me recall.

Afterwards, we ended up at a drag queen bar called Barbie Deinhoff’s which featured no drag queens (aka way too much Deinhoff, not enough Barbie). Maybe the queens just don’t come out on Wednesdays—fair enough.

*We were in Germany, I happen to be Jewish by birth, and lo and behold, check out this stamp. Needless to say, tasteless jokes ensued. Thanks to Morgan for le photo.