Sugimoto @ Neu National Gallery

On Saturday, Schnitzel and I went to the Sugimoto exhibit at the Neu National Gallery. Sugimoto's works largely deal with perspective and the intricacy of everyday phenomenon. His newest segment, Lightning Fields, is simply amazing. Negatives of photos of lightning bolts are hung in front of a lit screen (much in the same way x-rays are observed by doctors). The result is that you can see all the "fibers" of the bolts, and the intricate root-like patterns within. It was pretty amazing. We took home a poster of Sugimoto's portrait of the diorama at Madame Tussards of Henry the 8th. Sugimoto's website is here in case you want to take a look: http://www.sugimotohiroshi.com/ We also saw a temporary exhibit on Rupprecht Geiger who is now 100 years old and experimenting with bright neon colors that are almost too much for human perception. Take that young people.

Pirate Bar & The Police

Sunday we tried to find fun stuff in Berlin amuse our visitors with, but as it was raining not much could be found. We mostly ended up wandering trying to find the Jewish Museum but never did. We stopped at Yaam (a reggae club that was supposed to be having a festival) which was nearly vacant and infested with bees. Schnitzel went home. Below is what Yaam looks like on a sunny day.

The rest of us went to a pirate bar and had drinks while waiting for a band featuring a violin, guitar, drumset, accordian, and a unicycle (or so we thought) to set up. While waiting, one of Berlin's colorful locals with a bit too much alcohol in 'em came over and started talking to us about the Police. He started off by singing "Sending out an SOS" (which was the song currently on the itunes shuffle lazily abandoned by the bartender). Then he crouched down in front of the table so he was eye level with us and told us how he had seen Sting play at the Ziegman Sea (?) in Overalls(!) And do you know what he was singing?" he asked us incredulously. "No, what?" "He was singing..." his voice escalated rapidly to the point where he was screaming, "about the RHINE!" The small, disinterested waitress came over and with a wristful series of hand gestures told the gentleman to leave. We decided at this point to leave and went to Burgermeister (a sub-metro hamburger joint where railings with padding = seats) for dinner where we overheard a festival band doing covers of "Jump, Jump" "Just Like A Pill" and other songs featured in "NOW" CDs. We went back to the Pirate Bar to see if the unicycle band was up an running. It was, but only in the usual way bar bands are. We left. Went home. Fell asleep.

"Burgermeister" imbiss located underneath the Schlesisches Tor Ubahn. Tofu burger = fried tofu in curry sandwiches between bun with onions. Mmmm.

"Zum Fetten Ecke" - Shady but relaxed pirate bar in xberg.

Fury In The Slaughterhouse: Hannover

We've been busy the past couple days because my good friend Avri and his friend Cliff came to stay with us on Thursday. The main goal of their trip (in addition to seeing me/Berlin) was to go to a concert for a band that Cliff has been a huge fan of for many many years called Fury and the Slaughterhouse. The concert was on Friday and we rented a car and drove for hours in traffic and rain (or I should say Carlos drove for hours in traffic and rain) to Hannover after discovering that Hannover by train is rather expensive as the line which connects Berlin and Hannover is the ICE. The concert itself was maybe not my biggest cup of tea: 80s-sounding popular rock by a band now nearly in their 50s. Surprisingly the songs were all in English and although the crowd was entirely German everyone sang along. I think Cliff at least had a good time as the band dedicated a song to him for coming all the way from America (and the drummer's wife later called him insane). Schnitzel and I had a pretty miserable time as we did not have backstage passes and spent much of the time after the concert dodging drunken Hannoverins and trying to figure out where the car was in the rain. We didn't get back until 5 and fell asleep upon arrival. After returning the car the next day, we realized we had paid over 200 euros for the whole experience, which is about 75 dollars each. This morning on the table there was a note written to Schnitzel from Avri stating his gratitude and suggesting that we had all gotten into more than we had bargained for.