YOUR WEEKEND: With the influx of the Easyjetset made up of weekend Good Time Charlies into Berlin clubs such as Berghain, their gay+ mandates are slipping into a general gestalt of laddish (if foppish) effluvia.
But, this being Germany, there will always be a strong association between DJs and meat. And, this being Berlin, summer grill season takes on a greater significance to any techno event (save the deceased Love Parade) because it’s free, with the exception of the one guy who ends up bringing all the food and beer. And grill. And condoms, that one of the moochers will use with the griller’s girl or boyfriend later that drunken afternoon. Better than lowering oneself onto a set of Rammstein dildos, one supposes.
So, it’s a pretty good weekend for clogging the colon. Restrained only in his art, and aptly sobriqueted for those with gastronomical concerns, BEANER is holding one of his occasional Beaner’s Backyard BBQs (Fri, June 4 @ Bar 25) with a pretty burnt set of minimalists, including the ubiquitous MISS FITZ and Vakant’s DEWALTA. Evidently, one is supposed to dress in gold, but this sounds like a Ponzi scheme, and with the devaluation of the dollar, and the unpredictability of Bar 25’s clientele, unwise. Also, gold melts in the heat of a grill, as will your face if you spend too much time on Holzmarktstraße.
For safety, better to have your meal state-sanctioned. Not that one can trust the government with anything more than local cuisine, as one finds whenever one attempts to order one’s hamburger rare in German run establishments, “Beef must be cooked until it resembles the punch line to one of our unintentionally racist jokes,” they’ll proclaim, while directing you toward the Mettwurstfrühstuck. No longer allowed to pollute the area with jet exhaust, the newly park-ified Tempelhof is hosting a barbecue (Sat, June 5 @ Flughafen Tempelhof) – hey, it can’t be any more difficult finding it than it is to follow the drums in the Mauerpark until you stumble upon your dozing friends. Mixmaster DJ FIKS (who could marry DJ Fitz and produce a little Fiks-Fitz) provides the entertainment, if not the mustard. Perhaps his hip-hop orientation will remind one of Tempelhof’s former connection to globetrotting. Or Entartete Musik.
But then, music is the food of love, Entartete or not, and sustenance has long been substituted for art in the lives of its creators, at least until the JobCenter sets them up with graphic design classes. Hopefully, more than one artist shall break through at MMX Opening IV (Fri, June 4 @ MMX), which includes the conniption-oriented performance artist Madeline Stillwell, freaky-figurative painters Hannah Murgatroyd and Nico Lebarge, and, amongst many others, the band TRIKE, Canadians with a thick Magnetic Fields jones. In short, an arty party, in a space condemned, as its name implies, to burn at the end of the year, thanks to the transformation of Mitte. And when it does, we can all show up with sticks to roast some Bratwurst.
