neustalgia

artwork: moaw posts it on the cookies turntables
Cookies was the seminal electro80sneustalgia club in Berlin. They would never announce the lineup, they never put any info in event listings. You’d just show up on a Tuesday night at 2am and DJ Hell or Luciano or Ewan Pearson would be spinning. I literally met some of my best friends there. Then the after party would go on until Wednesday afternoon. (For a time, in the shady basement lounge of an Italian restaurant on Torstrasse aptly named 24/7.)
They had a huge chandelier over the bar. The location was yet another converted factory-type space in the center (but former east) of Berlin. I was there pretty much every Tuesday. When I went back the next year, Cookies was still going strong(it had been in the same location since 2001, which is a lifetime for a Berlin club.) But they had converted the side room (the more laid back room where I met many of my friends) into a rather yuppie restaurant called CookiesCream. So instead, they turned the bathroom into a dancefloor.
The bathroom, by the way, was unisex (two sides but no one really ever cared) and there was a toilet right in the open that I imagine people actually did make use of sometimes.
So we’re in the high-ceilinged, factory-grime-chic-style bathroom, and the DJ starts throwing down the huge tracks of the year before. It was one of those nights where you could feel the bass resonate in your bones. Everyone starts going crazy, but with just the slightest bit of resistance to the rhythmically-imposed vicariousness of a time past.
And then he played this. And we all just had to give in.

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