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Peace and Noise! The mixtape
Peace & Noise! – The Munich bands overview mix by Émilie Gendron on Mixcloud So the Postrutsche Peace and Noise mix I did a week ago just reached 200 listens, so I thought I should maybe put it here also. Enjoy the memories!!
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The sounds the stars listened to
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,…
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The happiest nurse in the world
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…
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SMS – Striking Melodic Spontaneity
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,…
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The Night that never ended
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.
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Healing in Augsburg
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…
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The last day of Schillerstraße
There is no possible introduction to a Munich Night where you get to see Das Weiße Pferd and Majmoon live and then go close the Unter Deck under DJ Marcelle’s skilled touch. Everything is perfect about a night like this, it all flows so well (because yeah choosing to skip PULS festival, even if it…
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Loops in indefinite time frames
I feel like I need to make a little point. Every Munich Night post is something important to me. Every night that I go out and go see a show, or two, and DJ sets and all that jazz, I make a choice amongst all the events happening that night, and decide to take the…
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Words of Love, Friends of Gas
‘The next big thing’, ‘My favourite Munich band’, ‘One of the greatest bands here’… These are only a few of the things that have been said to me about Friends of Gas. Apart from a few videos with decent views, a few words written on them in German, there is not much out there online…
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Tanzverboten
The night of the First Snow and the Dancing Ban. No car exempt of fingerprints as classical Saturday antics lived on, intoxicated pedestrians grabbing the wet snow between their fingers as if to feel if it is real. Smiley faces drawn on windshields, crude words written on car hoods. People wandering aimlessly at 2:30 in the…
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The Milla Cavern
I think in the last two years I’ve seen more pictures of shows in the Milla than of pictures of me as a baby in my whole life. It’s smaller than I expected, of course. It’s also more dizzying, this concrete floor that fucks up with your equilibrium,it’s pretty intense, dancing here.
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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…
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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.