Too much boom, too less sophistication

Sorry to those who’ve been to Sophisticated Boom Boom in time: We had problems with the PA. I loved how all the people put on the moustaches! It sucked though that we were only able to start playing music at midnight. It kind of broke up the party, especially as after that it took us quite a while to get into a flow.There were lots of nice fun moments and lots of people didn’t care, but I do remember too many shitty situations and don’t want to go on with Sophisticated Boom Boom like that. I’m tired of people using the party as playground for their little ego-shows. I’m tired of people getting so drunk that they live in their own little worlds and are no longer able to recognise what they do to people around them. Being drunk is no excuse. We won’t play your babysitters anymore. I’m tired of verbal abuse, fights, police, every weekend etc. Of course I’m aware that that’s not just a Sophisticated Boom Boom problem but a problem of almost any party in town. I don’t care. I want our party to be different.
The thing is that Sophisticated Boom Boom meant to be a party with open doors and no securities as a sign that we trust people, as a sign that everybody is welcome, and that it’s not about making money. A party at which no one is made feel umcomfortable or treated with disrespect. There’s been a paradigm shift in the nightlife scene over the last couple of years and it seems like you really can’t do that anymore without either asking an entry fee or having security guards.

Ach, and by the way, as I came across it a few times lately: I’m really tired of oh-so-tough-assed kids giving people remarks in a “people over 30 suck” style, and I don’t give a damn if you exclude me cause I’m considered cool cause I’m the dj. Shove it. Most of the cool nights in town are made by people over 30 while some of you youngsters just seem to care about boozing your little brains away every weekend, instead of getting involved and of bringing your own thing on. I had always thought ageism wouldn’t be a problem in our scene but it seems that it is more prevalent than I thought and kills the fun for some people.

I want everyone to feel comfortable and safe and careless when I put up a club night. I don’t want to spend half the night running around worried.

The Sophisticated Boom Boom in May might be the last one. Right now I’m disappointed and feel like moving on, planning something new. I think by now I’d rather start from the scratch and put with the risk of having less guests than keep mending the old thing till it falls apart.

“Fake moustaches will save the world!” – party spam & a manifesto

“M-M-M-M-M-M Moustache
One hundred hairs make a man”

Attention, attention! Tomorrow! Friday, 28th of March!
Please let me invite you to another brandnew and shiny edition of SOPHISTICATED BOOM BOOM!
Doors will be open from 22 till late.Eintritt ist frei.
DJs are Jool + Von Landadel + Eve Massacre, bar crew is Melinda + Poe + Jessy, und für sichere Garderobe zum Jackenverstauen sorgt Philipp.

In our constant effort to save the world this time we focus on the power of the faux moustache and we hope you will join us.

Someone asked me: “Why moustaches?”

My more or less helpful and more or less serious answer is: I don’t like real moustaches.* I do like fighting fire with fire.

A lot of real moustaches and beards send out the message: “See how male I am? I got nothing in common with you. I can hide half of my face in my masculinity, totally pokerface-style.” Wearing a beard or moustache thus means giving in to the fallacy that we’re trapped in our biological sex: Real men don’t show emotions, blabla, there’s a proportional relation between being a real man and your ability to grow facial hair, yaddayadda, real men cultivate their biological differences, etc.

Fake moustaches instead let everybody chose. Equally. Fake moustaches are cute and sticky genderqueering furry little things that make everyone look equally silly, and as the mighty SOOPHIE NUN SQUAD** have already taught us years ago: Things that make you look silly make it hard to come across cool and to remain a bystander. Fake moustaches make you take a second look at whom you’re partying with. Fake moustaches make you care. Fake moustaches make you get involved. Oh, and of course fake fur is much cuddlier than the real thing, which in my humble opinion is one of the greatest accomplishments of our artificial times.As an alternative we will of course accept painted moustaches and fingerstaches.

*) My dear bear friends will hopefully forgive me! Of course there are exceptions. For example I like Wolverine, Freddy Mercury, the depressive walrus in ’Urmel’, Leon Trotsky, and of course Hercule Poirot.

**) Dear Soophie Nun Squad, I miss you.

PS.: More people should listen to JUICEBOXXX.

“His stomach ached with loneliness” – new mash up, old song

“A sea monster sat on a rock and said, ‘I wish there was a little girl.’
His stomach ached with loneliness.”

You can click yourself through that story book about a seamonster and a little girl right here. Of course I identify with the sea monster.

That story is the perfect imaginery for my latest mash up: It combines ‘Message’, a song of the japanese psychedelic noise monsters Boris (check out their new album ‘Smile’, it’s great) with Edie Gorme‘s vocals of ‘Blame it on the bossa nova’. Thanks to DJ Mif for the pella.

Boris + Edie Gorme: “Blame it on the Bossa Boris” (Eve Massacre mix) MP3

And upon request here’s one of my songs back online:
Eve Massacre: “48 Crushes” MP3