Shortest Night

Outside my window: 6:35am, Sonntagstr. Freidrichshain, Berlin

This morning I got up before I went to bed, had a cup of cold gravel, beat myself with a broken bottle and walked for 17 miles on my hands to work down the mines, picking coal with tweezers for 26 hour day with no breaks (said with a strong Liverpool accent).

Ok well that's not entirely true but the bit about getting up before I went to bed sort of is and you could say that running an independent record label is like mining in some respects eg hanging out in dark places, chipping away at things, etc.

Lately I've been getting increasingly nocturnal and it culminated on Friday night/Saturday morning when I didn't get to bed till 9am, slept the whole day and was woken at 6pm by the church bells down the road. It was all in the name of work of course. I'm here in Berlin managing the Benka Boradovsky Bordello Band and promoting Monkey Records and part of this involves researching venues. So it was in the name of research that I went to see Disasteradio - play at the infamous Bar 25. Paul Taylor alerted me to the fact that the gig was on and I let about half a dozen other NZers know about it but none of them showed up (slackers), the general reaction was 'How much is it? I'm pretty broke and I went out all night last night' or 'I saw him in Wellington not so long ago.'

As it turned out it was 8 Euros and worth every cent. After a few beers at my place we cycled up the road getting there about midnight. No sign of Disasteradio yet so we sat by the firepit and swigged from a hip flask of rather cheap brandy (at least I think it was brandy - for 1 Euro and 79 cents you can't expect too much). Disasteradio came on and performed with the aid of a laptop, a couple of keyboards, MPC and a mic for the odd distorted vocal. Blink ie Mr Low Hum was there and jumping about enthusiastically - just want you want for a tour manager - somebody who will leap around at the front of the gig looking like your biggest fan (which he probably is). We chatted afterwards about the logistics of touring Europe/NZ, but not for long because they had to get in the tour van and drive for ten hours to South Holland.

After that Paul and I went and checked out the back bar which was churning out some good old German minimalist techno and met some friendly locals - next thing it was 8:30am and the bar was closing and I was stumbling out into the bright sunshine.

Upon arising at 6pm to the bells ("The Bells! The Bells!" say it in a Quasimodo voice), I went to my friends' place nearby for a spontaneous dinner/breakfast party and we stayed up talking through the shortest night of the year - about four hours of darkness. Cue another early morning bike ride home through the streets of Berlin.

Now this blog was going to be about the Benkas first proper Berlin gig at Mauerpark as part of the Fete de la Musique yesterday - a European-wide festival of free music on the summer solstice. But I've rambled on and having taken on criticism of my first blog attempt for being too long and also having the suspicion that only three people actually bothered to read the whole thing (thanks), I'll keep it short.

Suffice to say the sun shone and we basked in a beer garden being entertained by the band who were also trialing new member Rachel on violin. The band was on form despite not having practised in the last month or so and Benka was his usual charasmatic, entertainingly debaucherous self. The free beer flowed (all over Ben at one point), we sold a few CDs, squeezed some emails out of people, had some good feedback and are booked for a follow up gig in the same bar on the 12th July. A couple of people asked me what langauage he's singing in and I said I thought it was a Kiwi dialect of Serbian or something. Once the Benkas had finished, the thunder and lightning descended, the free beer ran out and I got wet watching Jazzanova play on the main stage in the rain.

Oh yeh, one of my favourite musicians played in Berlin last night - Tunisian oud player Anouar Brahem and his quartet. I couldn't make it, I was managing the Benkas. On our walk to the gig at Mauerpark we walked past a music store and I saw an oud in the window and felt a pang of regret but I had my duty to attend to... that's right I am a martyr. My favourite album of his is Le Pas du Chat Noir - check it out.

Ok... so maybe sitting in the sun in beer gardens drinking free beer while your band plays and staying out all night 'researching' venues isn't quite like working down the mines - it could be worse. I saw a documentary on five of the most dangerous jobs in the world at the film festival two years ago and running a record label didn't really figure.

That's it... I'm starting to ramble again - time to stop. Maybe I'll just have a wee lie down...

Thanks for reading (all three of you) and goodnight.