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To the break of dawn

5 Jun

Berghain, the best club in the world.

The last time I was in Berlin, I actually did not spend as much time out listening to music as I should have. I think I was turned off by the amount of US music on the German radio, and the prominence of international touring acts on the rosters of the most heavily advertised venues in the city, and hastily concluded that the music scene was not as interesting as art, performance, and theatre.

Of course, Berlin is a global capital for music, that music being techno. And while I do enjoy all forms of electronic dance music (which I sometimes think is the closest thing to my music) I am now facing that fate that all aging ravers confront: do I have the stamina and enthusiasm to go to the break of dawn with the kids, especially without the kick of drugs to get me over the 2 AM hump?

The Sunday soreness all over my body reminds me its not easy, but it is doable. Going along with younger friends helps, sort of like a training buddy (and that analogy reminds me that one of the most compelling reasons for continuing to subject my body to the nightclub is to forestall that other awful fate of the aging raver: having the space in your world allotted to dance music steadily diminish until its only remaining role is in the workout mix).

But the myths are all untrue: it is possible to get into Berghain without a two hour wait at the door. You don’t need to be high to enjoy the music, although if you don’t dance you will quickly doze off. Cola and the occasional ice cream cone (which is sold inside Berghain, elegantly enough) will keep you reasonably fueled. And, most untrue of all: the music isn’t tuneless, repetitive, or thudding. Hours on end of four on the floor can indeed be remembered as such, perhaps. But its hard to imagine that they can be experienced as such in the moment, if you are really in that moment, and not distracted, wishing you were elsewhere. Minimal techno is indeed a powerful form of musical subtraction: minimal use of color, vocals, “warmth,” etc. But to further reduce this musical form to the parody of “thud thud thud,” — usually with a mock hand gesture to accompany it — misses out on the pathway that subtraction opens up to collective musical rapture.

In moments when it became too intense I’d attempt to step out of my immersion in the sonic overload, and try to picture this scene as filmed. I thought about how rarely I had seen a rave properly captured on screen. The need of narrative cinema to foreground the movement of individuals through their various problematics requires the dance clube to always remain a backdrop, a wall of noise that the characters must shout over, walk into or out of, etc. Offhand, I can’t think of a scene on film that depicts what is in fact the most quotidian experience of the rave, the point of it all, which is to lose yourself, your voice, your friends, and your individuality (or at least your sense of personal space) in an impersonal, durational, collective improvisational performance. Maybe this scene:

Perhaps the most cliché moment from a night at Berghain, or at any rate the most easily retold,  is the moment, around five am, when the blinds in Panorama Bar are momentarily raised to let the morning light cut across the dance floor. “What fellowship can light have with darkness?” This moment seems to hold an answer, and I admit I was waiting for it, pacing myself, hoping to make it to that moment in order to be able to say I was there at the dawn, I made it through. And then I crashed into a cab and was in my grateful bed with a mask on, and slept until four in the afternoon.

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