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talking about it for months, watching it on telly every night, finally we got our chance to big it up with the best of them. the february bee tee fau rave was scheduled. brooklyn bounce and dee jay mike were performing and we just had to go! |
| the train journey there was filled with excitement. laughing at the poor fools who couldn't be arsed to go - me, springey, conker and smiler set off for ludwigsburg. a change of trains at schwarbstrasse to *avoid the rush* got us going in the right direction, and we were only mildly disappointed that the carriages weren't packed out with people. arriving in the 'burg we followed some fit birds who we were *certain* were going to the rave. they led us to a kebab shop which was near a bus station. they were obviously waiting for the btv rave bus, right? who knows. | |
| we left after about half an hour and got a taxi to btv studio 8. in very un-conchy german i asked 'wir möchten nach dem rave fahren, bitte' - which raised a chuckle or two.. but it got us there, and stepping out of the cab we looked in despair at the huge crowd of people outside of the building. it was so cold it started snowing at one point, but loads of people weren't wearing coats. we quizzed this bloke as to why, and he basically told us it would be an absolute ball-ache to hang yr coat up inside. something to note for the future. this kids girlfriend had a very nice pair by the way the queue was so long (and so wide) it took us over an hour to get in. all ya need is some sort of identification, so that's no problem. there doesn't seem to be a dress code, although wearing anything more than a t shirt would probably mean instant death - because its so hot inside. first port of call was to drop off some kids. luckily the bogs are well serviced and clean. it's also worth noting that drinking the tap water will save you about 60 quid. |
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another long wait as you queue up to drop off your coat seems almost cruel. a 2 mark charge and a reasonably low probability that they'll lose your gear isn't too bad i suppose drinks range from 4 marks for a small plastik cup of fanta to 8 marks for a can of red bull. you do get served from behind a metal fence by people dressed in stripey pyjamas however. i'm not sure if they're supposed to be inmates or mental patients. either way, they're pretty miserable. and deaf. by the way, the german for "red bull" is "red bueull" |
| tv cameras all over the place, almost nude dancers, extremely loud music.. it was all too much we had to just get in there and start jumping to the beat. i had the foresight to bring my shades. bright lights bug the shit outta me it wasn't long before we were on camera. all too aware of the one month legacy if we did something stupid, we pretty much kept it down to leering and slobbering. |
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the mc-dancers were performing on the podiums and in the cages. one of the first shows was a group of dangerously fit dancers dressed up as schoolgirls.. who then took of said clothes and minced around in their smalls. jaws dragging on the ground we danced around for a bit until red head bird left and then got a drink. as with most german clubs, you pay for drinks with one of those crap pieces of card which cost a fortune if you lose. these cards only go up to 30 marks though, so its fairly conchy. brooklyn bounce came on, played some seriously richtigerized music and really got the crowd going. *bass beat and melody* was played at least three times throughout the night. |
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i sat on a fence near some very big speakers for a while watching the world go by... wondering of the attraction such a venue holds. to most of the people in attendance, this would just be another regular saturday night out. i had yet another "what the hell am i doing in germany.. this is madness" feeling. the first for a long time. red head bird, aka bloody mary, was back in the cage where i suspect she belongs! |
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the fire breathing act came and went, the mad as a lorry bloke dressed in purple fur danced for a bit... and then there were the bunny girls. oh my... the bunny girls. it's quite amazing how much energy you can burn just by dancing around for a few hours. my knees were soon knackered. yes... the dancing birds had made me weak at the knees ;) there was just so much going on that ten marks entry fee seemed like a joke. the horrorist came on as the final televised choon. i made a point of singing along heartily on stage. |
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almost six in the morning and we queued up again for our coats. some nasty old hags tried to chat us up which tainted the night a little. we took the piss out of them in english, for good measure. these absolutely bonkers people were dancing up and down the entrance corridor all night. when i say dancing, i mean they were running/trotting sideways using very elaborate foot movements, punctuated by clapping their hands. their flares reminded me vaguely of holly for a moment. |
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we walked to the station in the pouring rain. suffice as to say we took the scenic route and had to ask some bloke who looked scouse for directions. btv rave is hosted in ludwigsburg every first saturday of the month. if big beat techno house trance nation is your thang, you'd be madder than a lorry pie not to attend. | |