Monday, May 05, 2008
Crashed The Wedding
So, this weekend, I became an International DJ. A friend's sister was getting married to her German fiance in Potsdam, near Berlin. She'd heard me playing records at her sister's birthday party in Brixton a couple of years back, and decided that she wanted me to be her wedding DJ. So she asked me to fly out especially, all expenses paid. I was hardly going to say no, was I?
And it was a great experience! Slightly surreal at times, as I was there for the whole build up, wedding, reception, and the aftermath. But they made me feel like one of the family, and I got to hang out with the rest of the guests, all of which led to some interesting encounters...
I mucked in as an usher on the morning of the ceremony, dodging bridesmaids in various states of undress, as we sorted out the flowers. Which were the wrong colour. Crisis! The fact that I remembered that the German for "flowers" is "Blumen" helped save the day... Or at least I like to think it did.
At the reception itself, I was sat at a table with two gay couples and an air hostess. Sorry. Female cabin crew member. Somewhat inevitably, we were the naughty table. I'd decided earlier that I wasn't going to drink before I starting playing. The moment I sat down, I realised this wasn't really going to be an option. Highlights of the evening included fights with rose petals covered in beer, balloons being inflated inside people's clothing (use your imagination...), a decorative bowl of hops being poured down the girl's dress, and raids of everyone's phones for photos they'd taken of themselves. You know the ones I mean.
Boy 1: Did someone else take that?!By the time I had to start playing, I was already fairly far gone. Germans do good beer. And it was great fun. I managed to squeeze in some local classics (Nena's '99 Luftballoons' filled the dancefloor, Kraftwerk's 'The Model' cleared it again... Lesson learnt.) By the end, they wouldn't let me stop. We went on long after we were supposed to finish, until the venue warned the groom that they'd cut the power unless we went home.
Girl: No! I used the self timer.
Boy 2: Yeah, that can be handy can't it?
Back in my hotel bar, some of the guests and I wound down through the small hours. They were all native Germans from the groom's side. The conversation got as deep and meaningful as their excellent English and my fractured German would allow. They graciously waved away my apologies for mangling their language, as they explained that they have the same problem with Russian... Potsdam is in the East, and it's always fascinating talking to people my age who grew up on the other side of the iron curtain.
Back in my hotel room, I lay back on the bed with my head swimming, somewhat relieved it had all gone ok. I hadn't lost my records en route, I'd picked tunes that both British and German people knew, and everyone seemed to have enjoyed themselves. I checked my emails on my phone to the soundtrack of German MTV. Fragments of the world I'd left behind gently crept back into my mind as Amy Winehouse (who else?) emoted in the background.
Anyway, there was lots of travelling back and forth on trains, planes and automobiles. I saw more of Berlin Schoenfeld airport than any man needs to see. But I did get some Milka chocolate, a sweet guilty pleasure if every there was one, and read the NME cover to cover. And survived. Forget a mere list of tunes, here are the albums that helped keep me sane this weekend...
1. M83 - Saturdays=Youth
2. Nirvana - Bleach
3. Crystal Castles - Crystal Castles
4. Portishead - Third
5. Foals - Antidotes
6. Blood Red Shoes - Box Of Secrets
7. Be Your Own Pet - Get Awkward
8. The Long Blondes - Couples
9. We Are Scientists - Brain Thrust Mastery
10. Rilo Kiley - The Execution of All Things
Today I had the most chilled, moochy, blissed out, lazy, wonderful Bank Holiday Monday ever. Wandering around North London with a nice fuzzy head behind sunglasses, soaking in the gorgeous weather. Only I could get jetlag from a one hour time difference... All capped off with a long awaited re-viewing of Garden State this evening. Gonna be a good summer, I can feel it...
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