So I'm still awake, ready to rock, drinking a hefeweisen, checking email, and listening to the Bootie SF webcast from the DNA Lounge website. It's our version of a baby monitor ... listening in to make sure everything went okay. We've been so worried about our baby -- especially since we haven't had internet for the past day or so. We keep making references to the recent "South Park" episode -- "No internet? Noooooooooo!" Even our new Berlin friends get the reference!
I'm happy to report that Bootie SF sounds like it rocked ... from Ya-Ya's reassuring text message, to the recent Yelp.com review, and now, the webcast ... it all sounds like it was a great party. Even without us!
Gotta admit though, it's fucking weird.
Anyway, back to Europe. After all, we're nine hours ahead!
Ich bin ein Munich-er
Been hearing about this Time magazine cover on GYBO and via email, and now we found it while sightseeing in Berlin! Yay! Recognize the Bootie reference in the below photo?
Been loving the cool Ikea-like, perfectly designed toilet fixtures in Germany. They don't look like this in the USA:
Bootie Munich was great! Good party ... and SOOOOO weird to, uh ... see your own party -- your own creation -- take on a life of its own, halfway around the world! D and I sat there and watched and listened to BootOX and Schmolli spin very Bootie-style sets -- but with a German flair. They kicked ass! So proud...
We opened our set with the midnight mashup show -- me singing a Smash-Up Derby medley live, karaoke-style, with BootOX and Frank dressed like bunny rabbits in suits, playing "guitar." It actually was awesome ... I had a wireless microphone, so I was able to run around the club a little bit.
Some really great photos HERE!
We started our set with the Bootie intro, then we had a little CD deck hiccup, so I got on the mic and said, "Ich bin ein Munich-er," which everyone laughed at. At the time, I thought I made a funny JFK reference, but the next day, I found out that Alex and Frank were cracking up over the way I mangled the Deutche language ... it's "Münchener" NOT "Munich-er" -- which is apparently like saying "Germany-er." DOH! Okay, now it's a funny inside joke for all the Bootie Munich people. I'm sure they'll be quoting me for months...
We had a very good set, but ... BootOX and Schmolli and DJ Y alias JY played so well before us, stealing at least half of either the instrumentals or acapellas that we wanted to play, that it felt a little rough going into it. We now know what if feels like for other guest DJs to play at Bootie SF. They obviously were trying to show us how great they can rock the crowd -- and they obviously know their crowd better than we do. Just like we do in SF, LA, and NYC. We almost always play better for the Bootie crowd than our guest DJs, and now we know what it feels like to be on the other side. Karma's a bitch!
But it was a blast playing Munich... FM24 took tons of photos HERE!
Here's one of us with the Bootie Munich crew: Frank, BootOX, and Schmolli:
With 14 people sleeping at the Bootie Munich headquarters, it's not surprising that we woke up early... no infamous sausages breakfast, but it was great to talk to everyone a little bit more sober than the night before! We heart DJ Schmolli so much, and am so glad he's a resident DJ at Bootie Munich. We made him play Rammstein vs. Kelly Clarkson for us at the party the night before!
Despite rumors to the contrary, Frank and Alex were excellent at getting us to the airport on time. Which brings us to...
Ich bin ein Berliner
DJ Morgoth and his friend Alex picked us up at the Berlin airport, and despite our delirium, we were ready to drink beer in the car on the way into Berlin. You can drink beer in the car? Fuck yeah, we LOVE this country!
Alex gave us the driving tour through the middle of Berlin, we got settled, changed into our new Mash-Up Your Bootz tshirts, and went to the U5 club...
It was a smaller party than Munich but ... DAMN. We had a FUCKING GREAT TIME. We loved meeting Dr. Waumiau -- his name means "bark" and "meow" (I guess dogs go "vow!" in German!)
Our set was just ON POINT for some reason. We had probably one of our most favorite sets EVER ... maybe even better than Burning Man. I'm not sure why, but D and I were just like sharing the same mind, and got to play such a WIDE range ... we started off with "It Takes Du" -- Eric B. & Rakim vs. Rammstein -- and went very industrial, then metal, then 80s, then ... I don't even know where ... it just flowed from genre to genre, pleasing all the different people there -- a mix of Australian metalheads, indie chicks, gay skinheads, hip-hop kids, and ... I don't know, just cool Berliners... only 25-30 people on the dance floor, but they all loved it and DID NOT LEAVE during our entire set.
We even pulled a midnight mashup show (at 1:15 AM) out of our ass... I stood on the bar and sang, scaring the gay skinhead in the corner, and probably never having so many people take my picture at once. (pictures coming soon... can't take pictures of myself while I'm singing!)
Mysterious D was seriously in the zone... and then when DJ Morgoth went on after us, he spun a super Bootie-style set, and we played "Name That Bootlegger." Totally fun! And we are super in love with Morgoth's "BlurDemmi" mashup, which mashes up "Song 2" (whoo-hoo!) with the German rap of Deichkind (yippee yippee yeah!). So good he and Alex got a free trip to the Jack Daniels distillery in Tennessee out of it! Here's Morgoth and Alex:
It's the A+D Drinking Our Way Through Europe Tour!
The next day, we were obviously exhausted. We slept until 4 PM, not even realizing it. FUCK! Jet-lag is a bitch.
We didn't even take showers, we were so eager to hit Berlin. We went out drinking with Alex and Morgoth, doing a bar-crawl through the very cool neighborhood of Friedrichshain (easier to spell than to say) and ate even more food that is... BREAD & CHEESE!
(Seems like all we've eaten since coming to Germany is bread and cheese ... and, oh yeah, some vegetables.)
Here are some pics:
Me and Rob Halford (or at least a giant fiberglass statue of him)
The end of the night (note: this is only ONE of the bars we went to)
Today, we actually got our asses up... D was awake at 8:30 AM ... hurray for jet-lag! She woke me up an hour later, we grabbed some breakfast at Intimes (where I am right now), a great bar/cafe on the corner with free WiFi, hooked up with Alex, and then he took us on a 5-hour tour of Berlin.
We really wanted to see some pieces of the Berlin Wall, so our first stop was the East Side Gallery, a section of the wall that was painted by artists. I'm surprised they don't have artists paint fresh murals every year, but Alex told us that they might tear it all down... which to us would be a shame ... it's such an important (and strangely unique) historical reminder.
Anyone who knows me knows that I have a fascination with tall towers (sure, go ahead and read what you want into that, Freud) so our next stop was the Fernsehturm -- otherwise known as the "TV Tower" since I couldn't ever get the pronunciation correct until I realized it kinda sounded like "fancy term" ... otherwise known as ... FANCY TOWER!
It was 8 euro to go to the top ... that's $12 for those keeping track of how crappy the American dollar is right now ... but hey, when would we ever get the chance again to go to the top of a landmark built primarily to show Western society (i.e. West Berlin) the strength and enduring legacy of socialist government?
We walked down the Unter den Linden, looking at several big buildings and statues, making our way to the Brandenburg Tor (Gate). Then we went all "stupid American tourist", and made a very patient Alex take us to Checkpoint Charlie, where we shamelessly made him take our photos in front of the (fake) military sign and a chunk of the (real) Berlin Wall. Then our feet were tired.
Later, we met up with Morgoth and some of their friends, and had several rounds of drinks in Prenzlauer Berg ... big foofy vodka drinks because ... it was VODKA DAY! Pronounced "wodka" or "vodka" depending... Great conversations with new German friends and then somehow... I said, "Bitch, bitte!" to D and she freaked out because she had thought the same thing earlier, but didn't say it because... let's face it, "bitch, please!" does NOT translate very well into German. Okay, some more pics... I'm taking some Tylenol PM and going to bed...
More pics here: http://www.bootieusa.com/europe/europe.html