January 2008



It was as we were leaving the Lesbian Duo “Mosh Mosh” concert that my friend said, “I don’t know where I am.” Helpfully, one of the cute young men standing outside the bar/concert venue told him he was in Weimar.

It was really an excellent evening—We’d started at the Barking Dogs United: Size Matterz gallery opening—which was interesting. First of all, the dollar bills weren’t there, they were for the previous exhibit and I hadn’t made that connection, so I was wrong on that count. We entered the exhibit and wandered around—an effort made more challenging by the fact that the floor was covered with skateboards, like wall to wall carpeting.

Honestly it made me grateful that I am not handicapped and living in Germany. I couldn’t imagine trying to get around Weimar in a wheelchair or on crutches. I suppose that with crutches one could get used to the cobble stones and the steps into shops, but no amount of training with a wheelchair is going to get you into the Weimar Office, the Residenz Café, my house, the train station during the off hours, or most of the other shops in town.

We teetered around the exhibit, watching several videos, looking at an enormous pistol, and having fun sliding around on the skateboards that one could not avoid. Like any good art exhibit or “cultural thing” in Germany, there was an odd mix of German and English in the work, as well as the things that I can never identify without somebody explaining them to me.

After exploring the exhibit we decided to get a drink at the bar downstairs, only to give up because of the long line, so we caught a beer at the Rez Café before heading down the street to the “Mosh Mosh” concert.

Mosh Mosh finally took the stage, after experiencing technical difficulties with their Mac, sometime after 1. In the mean time, we had to amuse ourselves, something made infinitely easier by our surroundings.

Our first muse was a guy who we called “Noddy”—he was younger and drunk, sitting on the stage looking out into the bright lights moving his head in time to the beat of the music that the DJ was pumping out before the concert started. It was remarkable because he kept his head moving in time with this vacant smile and stare the entire evening, even after he was forced to stand when another drunken lout spilled a bottle of beer on the stage, thus wetting his ass.

Our favorite moment with Noddy was when he had a relatively full bottle of beer. As he was constantly in motion, his bottle of beer was getting a good shaking and had established quite a bit of head, so much so that I leaned over and pointed out to my friend that he was about to cum—and then Noddy tipped back the bottle of beer and drank some of the foam, wiping his face. It was poetic, erotic, and fantastic.

Another muse was the girl who squeezed past me with a cigarette at waist height. Now I know I went into a smoky environment: it’s Thüringen and the anti-smoking laws don’t go into effect for awhile still, but I think it is reasonable to expect smokers to be careful with their lit cigarettes. This girl was not, so she was surprised when I grabbed her hand and took the cigarette out of it and put it out on the floor. She’d managed to hit my hand with the burning part of her cigarette. Stupid bitch. I was gratified a few moments later when she took off her sweatshirt to reveal a tank top and a back covered in spots—at least I know not to take my shirt off in public.

The eye-candy was also quite special—including a guy in a hoody that made this 19 or 20 year old guy look incredibly attractive; as well as a guy with a spiffy fantastic Mohawk.

We also were annoyed by a number of people, including this guy with a beard who leaned on his friend, thus pushing his ass into my crotch. I thought about humping him. My friend suggested shoving one of our empty beer bottles up his ass. This was the same guy who once the concert started thought that the best way to dance was to hurl his body back and forth into people without looking. He was dubbed “asshole”.

Eventually the band took stage and started singing. Their first number was something about the jungle, which after they finished singing, they apologized for starting off with such a depressing number—and here I thought that the jungle was all about uninhibited sex. WrongMe.

By the third or fourth song, we had been pushed back, not that we were seriously objecting: the music was way too loud for the space provided—it had been just right before the concert, but after the concert started it was cranked upwards and my right ear started vibrating in a disharmonic way—we left shortly after that, unable to enjoy the music because it was too hard to hear it, which was when my friend wondered where he was.

Clothing notes: I can’t say I’ve ever really noticed much about fashion in Weimar, but it seems that last night at the exhibition opening and the concert, I’ve found the people who want to be living in Portland, Oregon. There was a lot of brown clothing and hipster-wannabees. They actually weren’t hip, but they want to be hip so badly that it hurts them. I could nominate several of the people in attendance for fashion victim of the year. The older people ought to be ashamed, the younger people just don’t know better.

On the “friend” note: I’ve met somebody who lives here in Weimar and we’re often on the same page. I don’t have a nickname for him yet, eventually I will get around to composing one for him.

Dancing Fever: Next weekend, if all goes right, I think I’ll be headed to Leipzig for a night of dancing and fun; if his schedule allows, my friend will join me.

3 comments to “Lost”

  • Very interesting post; I enjoyed reading your intimate look into the club scene there.

    It sounds like there were a number of characters in attendance. HOORAY FOR YOU, taking the cig out of that girl’s hand!

    An ass stuck into my crotch would be “hard” to resist…ooops…I guess it depends on the ass! 😉

  • Ed

    It is so weird reading about what it is like living in a place far away and so very strange to me.
    I’m so glad you’ve found a “friend” who you like to be around. Those are the best kind;).

  • @cameron: I only noticed so much because the doors opened at 11, we got there at midnight, and the music started at 1… we talked and stared a lot whilst there… it was great fun. The girl whose cigarette I took away glared at me for quite awhile.

    @ed: It’s a lot like clubbing in the States, except most people speak German and there’s a lot of smoke.