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Phillip Sollmann and Konrad Sprenger: Modular Organ System
“Since 2017, artists and musicians Phillip Sollmann and Konrad Sprenger have been developing the Modular Organ System: the first monumental pipe organ that can be re-engineered according to the acoustics of any space. Sollmann and Sprenger have deterritorialized the classical organ; their revolutionary instrument is composed of pipes and parts taken from former church organs as well as newly fabricated pieces. When installed, all of the Modular Organ’s elements—pipes, console, action, and wind box—are visible, allowing visitors to witness the instrument’s physicality. By freeing the pipe organ from a singular, static installation, the artists usher in limitless possibilities for the placement and recontextualization of the tremendous instrument and its unique sound. ...”
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Inverted Audio:  Phillip Sollmann & Konrad Sprenger ‘Modular Organ System’ take centre stage at CTM 2022 (Video)
YouTube: CTM 360° – Phillip Sollmann and Konrad Sprenger – »Modular Organ System« 9:10, Konrad Sprenger  X Oren Ambarchi X Phillip Sollmann (live) - Halle am Berghain - ARTE Concer  35:50
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HNAF (HotNewAlbumFridays): Far Caspian - ‘Last Remaining Light’
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8/10 Rating - Great Album  Far Caspian’s new album The Last Remaining Light is an ethereal, expansive and cosmic listening experience that will certainly be on repeat for most listeners. Far Caspian created the whole album himself and played all instruments. He craftfully approaches the work with precision and care, fine-tuning every instrument on the album. His catchy and melodic songs are sure to please you. Check out “Pet Architect” below and let us know your thoughts: Read More: Far Caspian today released his impressive new album The Last Remaining Light via his own Tiny Library Records; stream or purchase it here. The LP and its singles ("Arbitrary Task," "Own," "The Last Remaining Light," and "Pet Architect") arrived to early acclaim via Pitchfork, Bandcamp (New & Notable), Billboard (Cool New Pop Songs), Consequence (Top Songs), Brooklyn Vegan, FLOOD, Treblezine, Northern Transmissions, and more. Far Caspian will embark on a U.S. headlining tour this fall, including shows at his biggest NYC & LA venues to date: Le Poisson Rouge on November 10th and Teragram Ballroom on November 18th. The performances follow his SXSW and Primavera Sound Barcelona festival debuts this year. See below for a full itinerary of upcoming dates. Far Caspian is the project of Leeds, UK-based Irish musician Joel Johnston, and the music he creates is anchored by his dogged attention to detail—he writes, performs, records, and mixes everything himself. As such, Far Caspian’s music consistently feels like its own self-contained world, full of densely packed hooks and guitar-based atmospherics. With The Last Remaining Light, he’s made his most cohesive and compelling work yet. The album is the result of Johnston streamlining his approach in the studio, finding inspiration in peeling back his tracks’ layers in a way that’s both rewarding and immediate in its simplicity. Work on The Last Remaining Light began right after Johnston turned in mixes for his 2021 debut LP Ways To Get Out. Whereas that previous album was the result of almost two years of tinkering and finding his sound, Johnston decided to set clear limits and a hard deadline for its follow up. “This process was more about following my intuition rather than getting in my head and rewriting everything over and over,” he says. Far Caspian Live Dates: 09/19 - Edinburgh, UK - The Speakeasy, Voodoo Rooms 09/21 - Belfast, UK - Ulster Sports Club 09/22 - Dublin, IE - The Workman’s Club 09/24 - Manchester, UK - YES (The Pink Room) 09/26 - Leeds, UK - Brudenell Social Club 09/27 - Nottingham, UK - Bodega Social 09/28 - Bristol, UK - Rough Trade Social 09/30 - London, UK - Islington Assembly Hall 10/07 - Amsterdam, NL - Melkweg 10/09 - Hamburg, DE - Nochtwache 10/10 - Berline, DE - KANTINE AM BERGHAIN 10/12 - Cologne, DE - artheater Köln 10/13 - Brussels, BE - Witloof Bar 10/14 - Paris, FR - Point Éphémère 11/08 - Boston, MA - Deep Cuts 11/09 - Philadelphia, PA - Johnny Brenda’s 11/10 - New York, NY - Le Poisson Rouge 11/11 - Washington DC - Songbyrd 11/13 - Chicago, IL - Subterranean 11/15 - Seattle, WA - Madame Lou’s 11/17 - San Francisco, CA - Popscene @ Rickshaw Stop 11/18 - Los Angeles, CA - Teragram Ballroom Read the full article
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HNAF (HotNewAlbumFridays): Far Caspian - ‘Last Remaining Light’
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8/10 Rating - Great Album  Far Caspian’s new album The Last Remaining Light is an ethereal, expansive and cosmic listening experience that will certainly be on repeat for most listeners. Far Caspian created the whole album himself and played all instruments. He craftfully approaches the work with precision and care, fine-tuning every instrument on the album. His catchy and melodic songs are sure to please you. Check out “Pet Architect” below and let us know your thoughts: Read More: Far Caspian today released his impressive new album The Last Remaining Light via his own Tiny Library Records; stream or purchase it here. The LP and its singles ("Arbitrary Task," "Own," "The Last Remaining Light," and "Pet Architect") arrived to early acclaim via Pitchfork, Bandcamp (New & Notable), Billboard (Cool New Pop Songs), Consequence (Top Songs), Brooklyn Vegan, FLOOD, Treblezine, Northern Transmissions, and more. Far Caspian will embark on a U.S. headlining tour this fall, including shows at his biggest NYC & LA venues to date: Le Poisson Rouge on November 10th and Teragram Ballroom on November 18th. The performances follow his SXSW and Primavera Sound Barcelona festival debuts this year. See below for a full itinerary of upcoming dates. Far Caspian is the project of Leeds, UK-based Irish musician Joel Johnston, and the music he creates is anchored by his dogged attention to detail—he writes, performs, records, and mixes everything himself. As such, Far Caspian’s music consistently feels like its own self-contained world, full of densely packed hooks and guitar-based atmospherics. With The Last Remaining Light, he’s made his most cohesive and compelling work yet. The album is the result of Johnston streamlining his approach in the studio, finding inspiration in peeling back his tracks’ layers in a way that’s both rewarding and immediate in its simplicity. Work on The Last Remaining Light began right after Johnston turned in mixes for his 2021 debut LP Ways To Get Out. Whereas that previous album was the result of almost two years of tinkering and finding his sound, Johnston decided to set clear limits and a hard deadline for its follow up. “This process was more about following my intuition rather than getting in my head and rewriting everything over and over,” he says. Far Caspian Live Dates: 09/19 - Edinburgh, UK - The Speakeasy, Voodoo Rooms 09/21 - Belfast, UK - Ulster Sports Club 09/22 - Dublin, IE - The Workman’s Club 09/24 - Manchester, UK - YES (The Pink Room) 09/26 - Leeds, UK - Brudenell Social Club 09/27 - Nottingham, UK - Bodega Social 09/28 - Bristol, UK - Rough Trade Social 09/30 - London, UK - Islington Assembly Hall 10/07 - Amsterdam, NL - Melkweg 10/09 - Hamburg, DE - Nochtwache 10/10 - Berline, DE - KANTINE AM BERGHAIN 10/12 - Cologne, DE - artheater Köln 10/13 - Brussels, BE - Witloof Bar 10/14 - Paris, FR - Point Éphémère 11/08 - Boston, MA - Deep Cuts 11/09 - Philadelphia, PA - Johnny Brenda’s 11/10 - New York, NY - Le Poisson Rouge 11/11 - Washington DC - Songbyrd 11/13 - Chicago, IL - Subterranean 11/15 - Seattle, WA - Madame Lou’s 11/17 - San Francisco, CA - Popscene @ Rickshaw Stop 11/18 - Los Angeles, CA - Teragram Ballroom Read the full article
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Luke Slater X KMRU X Speedy J (live) Halle am Berghain ARTE Concert
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Neu & FRISCH: Luke Slater X KMRU X Speedy J (live) – Halle am Berghain – ARTE Concert .—.—.—.—.—.—.—.——.—.—.—.
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Tama Sumo X Lakuti (live) - Ostgut Ton aus der Halle am Berghain - ARTE ...
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FRISCH VOM CLUB_ Answer Code Request X Gerd Janson (live) - Ostgut Ton aus der Halle am Berghain - ARTE Concert ------------------------------------------------------------------------
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Based in Berlin and Chemnitz, Carsten Nicolay focuses on the intersection of art, music and science, and has been transforming visual and auditory concepts since the late 1980s. Nickolay, co-founder of the "sound and non-sound" music label Raster-Noton, recently had an installation at Halle am Berghain.
But the artist is no stranger to traditional galleries, either; in 2016, he presented Reflektor Distortion at Galerie Eigen+Art in Berlin. A large basin filled with water maps out a row of white neon lights, bombarded by low frequencies, the ripples of the water making the sound visible.
‘climate symphony’
‘Climate Symphony’ is a live music and visual performance that creates an emotional journey through the most beautiful tragedy of human existence. This is the sound of a dying planet and our transient position in it. The situation has never been more critical. In 2016, we passed the point of no return. It is already too late.Sound has a physiological and psychological effect on us – we instinctively feel calm when hearing birdsong and discomfort at the sound of nails on a blackboard. Sound is often taken for granted yet it developed to trigger deeply-held emotions.Our 20 minute symphony invites us to feel the story of our dying planet through sound. Performed in a circular or domed site, the audience is immersed in sound drawn from climate data and field recordings, telling the story of our planet from 9000BC to the present day in four movements: reflection, optimism, instability and intensity. As we listen, moving images of our natural and unnatural world project 360 degrees inside the site, creating a juxtaposition and interplay with the music to reveal what we’re hearing: the temperature of land and sea, population booms, industry, energy, war, plastic and technology through to extreme weather and natural disaster
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Jakob Kudsk Steensen, Berl-Berl, 2021, 
Halle am Berghain, Berlin, Germany,
Commissioned by art foundation Light Art Space (LAS),
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Inside the Halle am Berghain during the "11 songs" sound installation, 2020.
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Tender Run Through Memories: You are crazy, my child. You must go to Berlin (2018)
extracts from a Berlin travel guide i worked on during my first internship. i was spellbound by Berlin’s entrancing mix of rich culture & gritty club-scene. i fell in love with the city, bit by bit, and i spent one month reviewing its art, museums and vegan food. during my time there, David Bowie kept ringing in my ears, as it was one of his soul-cities 🌼 you got the width of my tongue name on the sun 🌷 velvet goldmine, you stroke me like the rain, snake it, take it, panther princess you must stay 🦋
Feature: Introduction to Berlin
Much has been written about Berlin’s blend of history, outstanding culture and infamous nightlife. Proclaimed the capital of cool, Berlin is where you can “go to all-night parties, attend a screening of an arthouse film and an anti-Trump demonstration within 24 hours”, as The Times noted. Some talk about Berlin’s fall from grace, wondering if the city’s growing popularity diminished its authenticity and turned the city into a growingly expensive tourist trap.
From Marlene Dietrich, who sang “I still keep a suitcase in Berlin” with a piercing longing, to the rebellious singer Iggy Pop, who called Berlin his home, many artists have voiced their love for Berlin.
“You are crazy, my child. You must go to Berlin” (Franz von Suppé)
Affordable, buzzing, wild and carefree, Berlin is a symbol for tolerance and open-mindedness. Unlike other metropolises in Europe, it’s a place where you can relax. Berliners do not rush. They take their time, basking in the sun with their low-cut T-shirts and heavily tattooed arms, flicking back their occasionally bright-coloured hair.
Nights in Berlin are freaky, intense and fiery. The club culture is exhilarating; anything goes. Berlin is a techno capital: notorious DJs, outrageous raves and 36-hour long parties. There are plenty of clubs to choose from, perhaps the most infamous being Berghain, which pays the same taxes as theatres and concert halls, as it is considered to produce work of cultural significance.
It’s magical to lose yourself in Berlin’s night scene, in the hazy beat of electronic music and in the half-clothed masses. There is a strong sense of acceptance. You are free to be yourself. You won’t be judged.
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“Berlin, the greatest cultural extravaganza that one could imagine” (David Bowie)
Berlin is a home to artists and a paradise to emerging creators, who come here to pursue their dreams. There are around 20,000 artists living and working in the city, lured by cheap rents, the city’s libertine energy and the massive studio spaces. The street art mirrors the city’s fantastic art scene.
Berlin is bursting with culture and history. It has 175 museums, even more than New York. It’s an open museum too: from the Berlin Wall to Checkpoint Charlie and to the Nazi book burning site at Babelplatz, Berlin’s unique history can be seen by foot.
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“Berlin is cheap, but sexy” (Klaus Wowereit)
Berlin is the cheapest capital city in Western Europe. While it is getting expensive, perhaps because of its touristy appeal, it is the perfect place for backpackers, artists and adventurers for now. You can get a cup of coffee for €2, a lunch for less than €10, a pint of beer for €2-4, a day travel pass for €6,50 and a decent double room in a hotel for €50 per night. What is more, some of the attractions of Berlin are free, such as East Side Gallery, Raw Tempel and Yaam Beach.
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Paris is always Paris and Berlin is never Berlin! (Jack Lang)
Nonetheless, Berlin is constantly changing, you never know what to expect. You need to experience it yourself.
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Beyond Compare: How African and European Sculptures Carve the Essence of Humanity
There are few exhibitions as fascinating as Bode Museum’s “Beyond Compare”. “Beyond Compare” brings together, compares and analyses the sculptural traditions of two continents by displaying, side by side, 70 African sculptures, along with renowned masterpieces from Byzantium, Italy and central Europe.
Despite their radical stylistic differences, it is interesting to observe how the artworks touch the same themes. They illustrate the frailty of the human experience, exploring subjects such as death, beauty, motherhood, power, spirituality and love. Cultures apart, humans seemed to be moved by the same matters; it is remarkable to see the dainty, gothic sculpture of Madonna, Virgin of Mercy, appear next to a seemingly raw sculpture which represents a power figure from Congo. The second sculpture looks quite crude next to the carefully-carved Madonna, but both were made with the intent to ask for protection, to invoke forces that are beyond the physical world.
In the exhibition’s first slide, it is noted that the works displayed were made by human beings, and not by “cultures”, “tribes”, “ethnic groups” or “nations”. It is important to keep this in mind while strolling through the museum, as this exhibition is not an objective comparison between two different cultures, but a soft reflection of human nature.
Address: Am Kupfergraben, 10117 Berlin. Closest stations: Friedrichstraße, Hackescher Markt; Bus TXL Staatsoper, Lustgarten, Friedrichstraße. Opening hours: Monday – closed; Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday: 10:00 – 18:00; Thursday: 10.00 – 20.00. Prices: 12,00 EUR, Reduced 6,00. Website: https://www.smb.museum/museen-und-einrichtungen/bode-museum/home.html Contact: Tel 030 266 42 42 42
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Enjoy the silence in Museum der Stille
Museum der Stille (“Museum of Silence”) is a unique invitation to embrace the silence in the middle of the lively district of Berlin Mitte. It’s a small, free and beautiful exhibition of paintings and architectural models that illustrate different stages of stillness. It is lovely, subtle and, above all, silent. In the middle of the museum, there is only one piercing painting of a woman who’s gazing through you, with a simple wooden bench in front it. The walls are a deep, warm red and the light is dimmed. The profound silence makes the experience sincere and intense; you are struck by a strong feeling of here and now. While at the beginning you might be put off by the awkwardness of hearing your feet clumsily shuffling through the museum, you will gently ease into the museum’s serenity, if you let yourself. For once, you do not have to rush. It’s enough just to take it all in.
Even after leaving the museum and walking back into broad daylight, the spell of silence is not broken. You might be finding yourself humming Depeche Mode and thinking that they were right, perhaps. It is enough just to enjoy the silence.
Address: Linienstraße 154A, 10115 Berlin Closest stations: Oranienburger Tor, Oranienburger Straße. Opening hours: Tuesday - Sunday 14:00 - 19:00 Prices: Free Website: http://museum-der-stille.de/de/ Contact: [email protected] Tel: +49 (0) 30 278 919 90
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CWC Gallery: exploring the modern and the contemporary
If you have a soft spot for art, but find most museums to be too sombre and a little old-fashioned, CWC Gallery might just be the place for you. “CWC” stands for “Camera Work Contemporary” and, as its name suggests, it focuses on contemporary and slightly modern positions found in photography, painting and sculpture. The gallery is in the heart of the bohemian Berlin-Mitte quarter and, while stylish and elegant, it isn’t pretentious and it has an easy-going vibe. It’s also completely free!
The first floor is a homage to the 1990s that recreates the dreamy allure of the era. Wandering around, you are charmed by goddesses of the ‘90s: photos of the iconic Iman, Gisele Bündchen, Uma Thurman and Halle Berry, all captured by Micheal Comte, are plastered on walls. Their half-smile and bouncy curls will leave you longing. You can soothe your temporary nostalgia by moving onto the next floors, where you can admire a beautifully curated and impressive exhibition of modern works of art, some of which display a striking social commentary.
In the same building, you can also find quite an interesting permanent exhibition about The Kennedys, which explores the political success and the private life of John F. Kennedy. The admission fee is 5€.
Address: Auguststraße 11–13, 10117 Berlin Closest stations: Oranienburger Tor, Oranienburger Straße. Opening hours: Tuesday to Friday 10:00 -18:00 Saturday 11:00 – 18:00. . Prices: Free. Website: https://camerawork.de/ Contact: [email protected] Tel 030 24048614
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Yoyo FoodWorld: the oldest vegan fast-food joint in Berlin
Yoyo FoodWorld is a hip fast-food joint on the Gärtnerstrasse 27 and the first and oldest vegan fast-food in Berlin.
For almost ten years, Yoyo hasn’t been your typical fast-food. Its atmosphere is similar to one of a quiet, cozy indie bar. Indoors, the light is slightly dimmed and there are photos of famous musicians and philosophers plastered on the restaurant’s walls, along with cult film posters that would make any film student swoon. Soft rock music plays in the background. The outdoor sitting is just as delightful, as the area surrounding the joint is lovely and inviting.
The food is cheap, fantastic and sure to satisfy your cravings, as the options are varied. They have 3,50€ burgers, 6,50€ pizza, 5€ wraps, 6€ schnitzels, 5€ seitan Currywursts, 3,80€ sea food and meatballs at the price of 8 for 3,20€. All the dishes are deliciously vegan and would work perfectly as comfort food or hangover food. It’s also the place to take your friends to convince them that vegan food is tasty.
Another highlight is the toilet, which is exceptionally cool. It’s filled with queer stickers, feminist and political statements, colourful graffiti and carefully scribbled love poems; ideal for a quirky Instagram post.
Address: Gärtnerstraße 27, 10245 Berlin Closest stations: Samariterstr., Frankfurter Tor, Warschauer Str. Opening hours: Monday- Thursday 12:00 - 23:00, Friday - Saturday 12:00 - 00:00, Sunday 12:00 - 23:00. Prices: € Website: http://www.yoyofoodworld-berlin.de/ Contact: [email protected]
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Get fettundbetrunken at the Chaostheorie
Chaostheorie is the first vegan cocktail bar in Germany. Their slogan is “fettundbetrunken”: “fat and drunk”, so expect to find a perfect mix of cheap comfort food and funky alcohol.
Onto the first part of their motto, “fat”: the food is fantastic. From a veganized traditional cuisine to more modern dishes, the highlights are juicy currywursts, enormous doner kebabs, fries with dripping dips, pulled mushroom burgers and thick cheese meatball sandwiches. To sweeten things up, the selection of house-made cakes is flavourful to say the least. The Oreo cake, smooth and crunchy at the same time, is a popular favourite. The soft drinks are also a dream: creamy milkshakes, Snickers, Manner or Oreo flavored, and rich freakshakes. You can settle for classic options, too: late macchiato, hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows, coffee with caramelized milk and hot applesauce with cinnamon and vanilla soya milk.
Now, onto the second part of their motto…”drunk”! You can sip traditional cocktails or try out the bartender’s specials: experimental and refreshing mixtures such as Julep Blue, bourbon, blue curaçao, ginger ale and limette.
The place itself is cozy: dim light, soft indie music, shelves stacked with books and a lovely photobooth perfect for making memories.
Even if you’re looking for a quiet afternoon with good food or for a tipsy evening, in Chaostheorie you can find the things you thought you’d never enjoy again once you went vegan.
Address: Schliemannstraße 15, 10437 Berlin. Closest Stations: Prenzlauer Alle, Stargarder Str., Schönhauser Allee. Opening Hours: Mon, Tue, Wed: 17:00 – 22:00; Thu: 17:00 - 23:00; Fri: 17:00 - 01:00; Sat: 15:00 - 01:00; Sun: 15:00 - 22:00. Price range: € (under €10). Website: http://www.chaostheorie.berlin/ Contact: 030/548 907 34; [email protected].
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Challenge yourself at the Kunst-Werke Institute for Contemporary Art
The Kunst-Werke Institute for Contemporary Art is a remarkable contemporary art institution located in the Berlin’s picturesque district Mitte. The building is a sight itself and it has a sophisticated allure, tall and elegant. The outdoor café has a lovely Parisian appeal and it’s where the hip tattooed artists you might have seen on Tumblr sip their coffees in the afternoon.
The works of art exhibited in the Institute are complex. You can marvel at political activist art, video art, visual art or interactive art. They’re also controversial, with people either excitedly praising them or dismissing them as meaningless. The exhibitions are divided into rooms: in some rooms you might be deafened by booming nature sounds, while in others you might be asked to take off your shoes and wander into an empty, soundproof room, where you’d be faced with a gut-wrenching documentary about the condition of the modern black artist. However, you never know what to expect, as the exhibits change constantly. Nonetheless, the works of emerging young artists are unique and do not hold the reassurance of traditional art: they challenge you and shake you. They draw out a strong response, be it positive or negative.
Finally, even if you occasionally roll your eyes at modern art, you should give the KW Institute a chance. At least one of the works of art displayed might move you.
Address: Auguststraße 69, 10117 Berlin. Closest stations: Oranienburger Tor, Oranienburger Straße.  Price: 16€ general entrance, 10€ reduced. Opening hours: Monday: 11:00 – 19:00. Tuesday: Closed. Wednesday: 11:00-19:00. Thursday: 11:00-21:00. Friday, Saturday, Sunday: 11:00 – 19:00. Website: https://www.kw-berlin.de/ Contact : +49 30 243459-0, [email protected].
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Be Here, Be Queer at the Schwules Museum
The Schwules Museum is the world’s first gay museum, originally opened in 1985. It exhibits the violent history and the injustices the LGBTQ community endured in the past, as well as Berlin’s current queer life.
Schwules is not your typical queer museum. If you expect it to be bustling with colour and rainbows, you might be taken aback. To an extent, it is exceptionally colourful, with cheeky illustrations of young gay couples kissing, soft porn photos and neon slogans about love. But a more serious tone is predominant. The permanent exhibitions also depict gay history milestones, such as the feminist revolution, the composition of the first feminist songs of the German movement or the protests of a working group of lesbian teachers. In the middle of the museum, there’s a memorial dedicated to the LGBT people who were killed in concentration camps. Their names are written in blood-red. You will also shudder upon entering the museum, where you can see a lengthy list of countries where homosexuality is currently considered a punishable crime.
It is important to go to the Schwules Museum because you will be reminded of how painful history is and how the free world we live in required sacrifices. And how, for some, the world still isn’t free.
It is not allowed to take pictures, which at first might be quite annoying, as your initial impulse might be to want to immortalize everything. However, this might help you take in all the information and carefully weigh what you’re seeing.
Finally, is important to go to the Schwules Museum because you will be reminded of how painful history is and how the free world we live in required sacrifices. And how, for some, the world still isn’t free.
Address: Lützowstraße 73, 10785 Berlin Closest Stations: U Nollendorfplatz, U Kurfürstenstraße, Lützowstraße / Potsdamer Straße, Lützowplatz. Opening hours: Monday: 14:00 – 18:00, Tuesday: Closed, Wednesday: 14:00 – 18:00, Thursday: 14:00 – 20:00, Friday: 14:00 -18:00, Saturday: 14:00 – 19:00, Sunday: 14:00 – 18:00. Price: € 7.50 regular, € 4 reduced. Website: https://www.schwulesmuseum.de/ Contact: 030 69599050
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Sun and wholesome food at The Bowl
The Bowl, self-proclaimed a “clean-eating restaurant”, is the perfect place for a cozy lunch with your friends or for a breakfast date with a book. They only use fresh, seasonal, healthy and gluten-free products. Everything is fully sustainable and vegan. They even use natural sugar! And, truthfully, the food is indeed full of flavour and it leaves you with a sense of freshness. They have a great variety of bowls: from rich breakfast bowls filled with sweet fruit, raw chocolate and creamy soy yoghurt to lavish plates with roasted vegetables, mashed avocado raw crackers, zucchini and smoked paprika.
The desserts are a treat, as well. The highlights are the lush vanilla almond cake, with coconut blossom sugar, raw chocolate and coconut strawberry and bananenbrot, with grilled banana, granola, warm strawberry sauce and raw chocolate.
While it is a bit pricey, 6,50 € for breakfast bowls and around 10 € for the lunch specials, the naturalness of the food, its filling base and vitamin-rich toppings make it all worth it.
The dishes are perfectly Instagrammable and the colourful variety of vegetables and legumes doesn’t even need a filter. While enjoying your wholesome food, you can bask in the sun in front of the large windows and observe the buzzing Warschauer Straße, with hazy, synth-pop music unfolding in the background.
What is more, on the ground floor of the same building where Bowl is, you can find Veganz, a plant-based supermarket with an impressively wide range of products, from cheese and ham slices to cashew cookies, ice cream and the finest chocolate cream.
Address: Warschauer Str. 33, 10243 Berlin Closest Stations: Warschauer Str. Opening hours: Monday: 10:30-23:00, Tuesday: 10:30–23:00, Wednesday: 10:30–23:00, Thursday: 10:30–23:00, Friday: 10:30–23:00, Saturday: 10:00–23:00, Sunday: 10:00-23:00. Price: €€ Website: http://www.the-bowl.de/ Contact: 030 29771447
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Los Angeles, CA -- Oh there really is nothing like listening to Shannon Lay on a Friday morning. Earlier this year, she put out her record August via Sub Pop and it is some of the smoothest and warmest music you’ll hear. This week, she shared a live recording of “Unconditional.” The track has the perfect mellowness, from Lay’s powerful and hypnotic vocals to the light picking of her electric guitar. I love the way each note, whether from the guitar or from the vocals, echoes just a tad throughout the track. It’s truly heavenly. And make sure to catch Shannon Lay on tour with Mikal Cronin!
Tour Dates: Nov. 06 - San Francisco, CA - The Independent * Nov. 08 - Portland, OR - Mississippi Studios* Nov. 09 - Vancouver, BC - The Fox Cabaret* Nov. 10 - Seattle, WA - Tractor Tavern* Nov. 14 - St. Paul, MN - Turf Club* Nov. 15 - Chicago, IL - Lincoln Hall * Nov. 16 - Detroit, MI - Deluxx Fluxx* Nov. 17 - Toronto, Canada - Horseshoe Tavern* Nov. 18 - Montreal, Canada - Bar Le “Ritz” P.D.B.* Nov. 19 - Allston, MA - Great Scott* Nov. 20 - New York, NY  - Bowery Ballroom* Nov. 22 - Philadelphia, PA - Underground Arts* Nov. 23 - Washington, DC - U Street Music Hall* Nov. 24 - Durham, NC - Motorco Music Hall* Nov. 25 - Atlanta, GA - The Earl* Nov. 26 - New Orleans, LA - One Eyed Jacks* Nov. 27 - Austin, TX - Barracuda* Nov. 30 - Tucson, AZ - Toole* Dec. 01 - San Diego, CA - The Casbah* Feb. 10 - Munich, DE - Milla * Feb. 11 - Cologne, DE -  Bumann & SOHN * Feb. 12 - Berlin, DE - Kantine am Berghain * Feb. 13 - Aarhus, DK - TAPE * Feb. 14 - Copenhagen, DK - Loppen * Feb. 15 - Stockholm, SE - Nalen *     Feb. 17 - Oslo, NO - Ingensteds * Feb. 18 - Gothenburg, SE - Oceanen * Feb. 19 - Hamburg, DE - Molotow (SkyBar) * Feb. 20 - Amsterdam, NL - Bitterzoet * Feb. 21 - Brussels, BE - Botanique * Feb. 22 - Paris, FR - Petit Bain *       Feb. 24 - Bristol, UK - The Louisiana * Feb. 26 - Manchester, UK - Soup Kitchen * Feb. 27 - Glasgow, UK - The Hug & Pint * Feb. 28 - Leeds, UK - Brudenell Social Club * Feb. 29 - Brighton, UK - The Hope & Ruin * * w/ Mikal Cronin
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Marcel Dettmann X DJ Stingray 313 (live) - Ostgut Ton aus der Halle am Berghain - ARTE Concert
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ligne-noire · 5 years
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LAB.ORATORY LIFE - Faust. Anal deep throat. Fist-fuck party, Lab.Oratory, 12.01.2018
Lab.Oratory spoilt me for all other sex clubs. I have been there plenty of times, but the last occasion was at Silvester with my wife, our honeymoon in fact, when Berghain, Panorama Bar, Halle and Lab.Oratory were all open and every form of hedonism was possible as the new year slid in. Boris -> Mykki -> Marcel.  Guten rutsch. Now I am back for a fisting party – my fantasies become reality the more I visit this city.  I can’t live here, because I don’t want to run out of things to want. But I had wanted to go to a Lab fisting party since I first saw it on the flyer. Waiting makes wanting.
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I always walk around first, seeing who I want, seeing what is happening where.  I need to know if there are any cocks being sucked in the glory holes; if there are any men being pissed on in the pissoir. What will I smell? What will I taste? I look around at the metal frames where I have been deeply fucked, at the walls that my head has been pressed back against while a large cock is rammed down my throat.  Everywhere I look I remember the faces of men whom I had fucked, whom I had made throw up on my cock. I remember the man whose face I never saw but whose arse I fucked for a very long time, never slowing, too high to come, too hard to stop, too entranced by the sounds of his grunts and moans as he would spasm from orgasm to orgasm, his limp dick leaking onto his thigh, but without me stopping the rhythm I was using him for. When I pulled out, his arse was gaping and did not close before I walked off, leaving him stretched open for the next man who wanted to fuck something. Who was he? What did he look like? We could be sitting together on the train and never know that we had fucked. Was he back here tonight?
The room is filled with tender scenes. I catch glimpses of long hugs in slings, of huge, hairy men tenderly touching their lovers, of anonymous kissing and rimming and sucking and fucking, and of men looking into each others’ faces and smiling and laughing and being in love for that moment.I'm lounging on a couch where I've been fucked before, smoking a joint, looking around from this little corner.  The music is good.  The air is blood warm. Hash-blue smoke coils through it as I look around and breathe in the heavy scent. Flesh is everywhere. Over there is a German bull in leather shorts with a huge strap on, thicker than my wrist and 30cm long.  He is about 60. He is fat. He has a big, fat head and large, ugly hands. He looks so average except for his glorious toy, too big to be real. An unrefined bus driver endowed like a king. He sneers as he rubs lube over this monstrous rubber dick, holding it like it is his own flesh. Polishing it. Proud of it. Looking around to see who is sizing it up, wondering if they can take it.  He looks at me, but I don’t catch his gaze. I am not here for him. I wonder if he is impotent; if he has lost the ability to get hard because his prostate became malignant, or if his heart medication broke his dick when it saved his life. I wonder if he really just enjoyed having the biggest cock in the room. I admit that I am tempted, but mostly out of disgust. I question myself: who would have to be on the other end of this ludicrous dick to let them break my arse with it? I imagine the flashes of pain as I would stretch further than I thought I could, at the point where I might panic only to realise that it was already in. The higher I get, the more my mind wanders into this labyrinth of gaping arse. It would be the same dick on anyone; who would make me overcome myself?
For a while he disappears, though comes back with another man, perhaps a little younger, stockier, shorter. It is not going to be pretty sex, but I want to watch anyway. I am lazy. I am comfortable.  There is so much going on that wherever I am I will miss something.  So I sit and smoke and watch these men prepare to fuck. The smaller man looks wired. He is looking around, head flicking over his shoulder like a nervous dog, like he was looking for someone that he did not want to see him here, ready to hurt himself on this huge dick. He is chewing gum, but spits it out when the bull bends him over a large iron bathtub in which other men have been pissing. He pours too much lube over his arse and begins stretching him open with his fingers. The two men seem like they are in worlds of their own, only connecting through penetrating fingers feeling their way inside. He pours more onto his dildo and pushes its blunt thick head against this willing arse hole.  The man bent-over holds a bottle of poppers, which he inhales deeply and then calls out as the toy pushes into him. The bull has his hands on his partner’s cheeks, pulling them open to take more, coaxing his cock into him.  Once the head is all in, he holds him by the hips and plunges his hips forward, grunting, snarling, pushing through anything that gets in his way. The cries are almost excruciating. I wonder if this is tearing him open. I almost want him to bleed, just to witness someone going too far in this pursuit of pleasure.  He doesn’t. He is the loudest person in the space by far; he winces but wants it. Soon the bull is pounding the man until his nose starts to bleed a little, perhaps from too much poppers, or from drug burns, or too much strain as his body tries to expel this huge toy that only pleasure is letting in, making him scream until he orgasms and constricts this dildo back out, immediately bending back over the bath tub to take it all again like a well-trained creature desperate to be filled. Every time his bowels reject it, they recommence; more screams, more thrusts, more rubber until finally it is buried harness-deep in his guts, thrusting into him until his body clenches tight and squeezes him out powerfully.  I can see how loose he is, how dark and swollen the folds of his rectum are, splayed open like a ripening rose when the bull pulls out, a wall of red flesh to be re-opened and re-entered. A trail of slimy lube drips out of him and glistens in the red light as it splashes on the dark floor. The bull watches it drooling off his rubber cock, and appears satisfied, sneering. The man who had just been fucked walks slightly stiffly. Something must have caught my eye, as when I look back, the men have gone. The bull is walking around, looking for the next hole to destroy with his dick that will never go soft. He takes a handkerchief out of his little leather handbag and mops his sweaty hair from his lined, sweaty brow. It’s older guys who really love fisting, when they have pushed through all of the other boundaries and are still looking for more to satiate their sex.  A tall old man with a massive leather collar and short grey hair climbs into the gynaecological chair that is a few metres away from me. He has an impressive face, almost noble.  His hair is very short; his beard, too. His eyes are clear and focused; his nostrils flare slightly as he breathes. Already his hole is stretched and wrinkled, much like the rest of him. I focused on him more than the man fisting him; more than on his sub who kneels on the floor like a pup, watching the scene from below.  I look at him and I imagine myself in the future. It is impressive how easily the old man’s arse is to penetrate.  Four fingers slowly press against him and opening him and enter straight up to the knuckles.  Then the thumb disappears.  Soon it is just a veiny stretched arse hole gripping a thick wrist pushing in and out and the sagging flesh giving way. Soon he is being punch-fucked, pulling out and then thrusting the clenched fist splashing back in.  The old man’s face is serene, he is in a state of ecstatic reverie, mouth half-opened, eyes half-closed, a beautiful saint worshiping with his anus. He is so present in his body that he seems almost able to transcend it. Every penetration squelches into him and his breath exhales harder. His long legs in leather chaps clench back on his bare chest. I keep watching as he shakes with every orgasm, which keep getting more and more powerful as his arse tightens and softens and lets more in, deeper and deeper and deeper. When they stop the man’s arm is almost elbow deep. When he pulls out, the old man’s anus is gaping and wrecked, his bowels prolapsing slightly, red and flushed and engorged. His lover rubs his fingers gently over it, tenderly coaxing it back inside him, folding the old man back together. I look on, wondering how he would taste right now. I could feel myself getting hard at the idea. Sometimes I want to lose myself in the grotesque, to see what beauty can be found deep within it.
We were steeped in fetish worlds that over-lapped. Men wearing leather chaps and big boots; men wearing jock straps and sneakers; all of them here to worship anal pleasure. This is sex beyond fucking.“What all these people are doing is not aggressive; they are inventing new possibilities of pleasure with strange parts of their body — through the eroticization of the body.” (Foucault, 1982).  Now there is a man wearing a mask and a heavy shiny black latex cat suit getting fisted in the gynaecological chair by another man in a rubber mask. They're looking into each other’s eyes and caressing each other's shiny black faces. When they are finished, they remove their hoods and joyously get into each other until again he's being fisted. Good house music is playing - I want to dance, but I have smoked too much hash and I am enjoying the view of men pushing their arms deep into other men, plus some super-skinny twink is dancing and I don’t want to encourage him. I decide to go for a walk.
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I need to piss, so go to find the pissoir, the famous structure with the mesh floor above a chamber where sometimes men wait underneath to catch the dregs of any golden showers above them. The metal walls hold in the warm wet air. The smell of piss is so strong that it opens my nostrils as I breathe in.  There is no one wanting to swallow my piss this time, so I watch it drip through the grated floor onto the tiles below. I walk on until I see a hot tall German in leather chaps and a leather vest being fisted by a Turkish top who is drinking beer with his left hand while he moves his right in and out. The German wears black leather Adidas sneakers, sporty leatherwear, keeping all options open. First he is on his back with his long legs up in the frame, then he is on his knees, stretched out like a slut. His strong face is softened by a stubbly beard. I take out my cock and start stroking it while I watch. He is a good looking man, and his expressions are fascinating. He watches me between groans of intense painful pleasure that force his eyes shut. I come closer, and when the Turkish man takes his hand out and leaves, the German pulls me closer and starts sucking my cock, his face vanished in the shadows. I get fully hard in his mouth but I can't see what he's doing, so I rock my hips and lose myself in the excellent music while he keeps me on edge. He then moved his arse and takes my hand and pushes it against his gaping hole. I can feel how open he was around the bearded Turk's hairy wrist. His hole is a thick, stretched rim. Inside, his bowels are soft and delicate.  He is purple and swollen and sensitive but hungry to be filled again. I finger him with three fingers, feeling the stretched folds of his arse. He indicates he wants more, and pours lube over my hand and wrist. I push all of my fingers inside him, feeling his body open up to me. He is in an inverted position. I'm plunging my hand straight down into his warm bowels, my hard cock is rubbing against his leather vest, leaving shiny streaks of precum glistening on the black, but I can't see his head or chest as he is curled up under the metal bench moaning as I rub against his prostate. He is just an arse. A beautiful, gaping arse in leather chaps that is pulsating around my wrist and drawing me back in as I pull out, opening wider and wider and taking me in, a stranger giving warmth and softness with his body. Anonymous intimacy. I push in deeper, his muscles softening and letting me further into his body until I'm past my wrist, and half way up my forearm. His sphincter is stretched but makes a seal around my arm where it starts to thicken. He is warm and soft and his body spasms around me as he has orgasm after orgasm, his colon soft but strong as it squeezes me like soft lips that stretch on forever. He cums for me and cums for me and I keep fucking him until his voice is going hoarse and his body is starting to fatigue. I slow down and stop, letting his body pulsate and come to w=rest around my hand.  Every movement I make is amplified.  He is twitching electrically from the pleasure he has endured. His head comes out of the darkness and he looks at me as I watch my hand come out of his body. His eyes are dreamy and half closed and his smile is relieved.  I rub my fingers over him, and he starts to lose himself in the thought that I am going to fuck him again, but I stop. The Turk is standing behind me watching and drinking. I go to wash my hands. I have no idea if there is a connection between them, and no need to know. My moment has passed. I come back to the scene and the Turk is deep in him again, his arse so stretched it makes sloppy, sucking sounds as he is punch-fucked. He watches me watching him moaning. I go back to my sofa to smoke another joint. A beautiful black man walks past in a red jockstrap, the best-dressed man in the room. Soon after, a chunky young Turkish cub gets into the gynaecological chair with his arse hole at my eye height for a tall German to fist him. It's hot to watch from so close. I can see his arsehole stretch as the German coaxes him open. It is intense. He's shaking with orgasms from just his lover’s fingers, but soon works his way up to the whole hand. He squeals like a little girl in cute high-pitched noises and nervous giggles, gripping the wrist of the top as if to gain the nerve to let him all the way in. Every now and then a guttural groan is released. He relaxes and his body opens up. He lies there, spread, receptive, relaxed. And then it starts. Large hands in black latex gloves are alternating their way into his arse. I can see his pink anus stretched around the man's wrist. His balls are weighed down with a heavy steel ring. His thick cock twitches and swells as he comes through his arse over and over. Precum is hanging in long strands that glisten in the red light. Ugly men become something beautiful when they let their bodies open and they are taken over with intense pleasure. Beautiful men become ugly as they pant and beg for more pleasure, to be pushed deeper into intense sensations.  Destruction and rebirth. Limits being broken, over and over. This is how we grow. The scene continues as a German man walks over to me. He is exquisite. His clear blue eyes meet mine and he squats down and leans in. "Du bist ein schönes mann," he says, and asks if I was good. I smile and he touches my beard. He walks away and I get a good look at him, his round arse framed by his leather chaps - fuck he is hot. He is wearing black leather Adidas shoes. He is the man I had fisted earlier.
I have been here for four hours and it is emptier now. Before I leave, I take one more look around the space.  I am not sure when I will be back, or what I will be seeking next time I am here.  A middle-aged guy who might have been Italian has been creeping around me all night, slinking by with long stares in his leathers.  I see him again, still prowling.  He slips over in the lube that I had seen dribbling out of the man whom I had fisted. It was time to go.
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Come ice skate-dance with us while we DJ our favorite “dark wave” tunes at CTM 2019: Eishalle at Halle am Berghain​ on Feb 7th between 9pm and midnight!
Daniel Jones​ aka Black Black Gold​ & BESTIAL MOUTHS​ (Lynette​ & Balázs​) will keep it interesting ~ See you there in your best ice skating outfit (working on mine) #icegoth 🖤
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