Underworld live with Sven Vath : live audio-visual internet broadcast !!

[lloyd]

Thanks for the info

[big screen satellite]

my belated Cocoon Photos are here:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/bigscreensatellite/

[froopy seal]

My belated Underworld/Sven/Cocoon travelogue (staccato, impressionistic, mostly chronological, incomplete):

fast, get ticket before gig is sold out! | gf can’t come; friends won’t come | yeehah, received ticket confirmation mail | excitement is growing | details for untidy pre-meet settled | thanks mum & dad for car! | last sleep till cocoon | cramming boot with food, beverages, and luggage | picking up passengers | six-hour ride; one traffic jam, one break including yummy wurstbrötchen | wow! first-time view of frankfurt skyline, looks so different from other german cities | dropping off passengers | moving into room (read: dump), taking pictures | taking shower to shake off upcoming fatigue (and prepare for date) | döner eur 3,50 | bratwurst + roll eur 1,50 | meeting michael yoda with ahdo-bulb in front of nachtleben ahead of time; having a nice chat | when will the golden leaves arrive? did they get stuck on vodka in the lounge? | sorry, no dope, guys | sorry, no spare money for alcohol, chap | ahh, dirty-looking (in the good way) people coming round the corner | saying hello | jayynee conjuring up nice banner; "i spent… minutes on it. minutes and minutes."; but it’s so clean – you forgot the dirt! | romantic: michael and marc will meet again on the shores of the baltic sea | confusing the waitress | hurriedly buying tram tickets; riding to cocoon | eikman tantalising the beer addicts: will there really be another tankstelle? | trying to understand some French | entering the sound landscape that is cocoon; impressive facilities | wtf? sven sporting silver sneakers, black leather vest, shaved armpits | building up some tension; presenting the system’s bass; whole body is vibrating, kooool | karl kiebitzing at the crowd | electrical anticipation, big applause for the boys | one globe for starters | oh yeah, we can definitely "feel this bass" | w00h0000000, awesome bassline | what’s that stuff? new underworld? other artists? | yeah, cowgirl; but without rez, and so early in the set; wth, dancing off my feet anyway | leon is taking the jal flight to tokyo | more unheard sounds | kos at midnight for kos | "happy birthday, kos!" | bottles dancing on the stage | karl looking pale; are you alright? he's been dancing and jumping around quite a bit tonight | me likes john the revelator dub | drugs aren’t good for you | my first time juanita live; i'm so excited; liking that tune better and better since its grand survival of album bashing | my first time spikee live | crowd going crazy over born slippy, as usual; i love that 2003 piano | oh, sweet amnesia | mmhhhhhh, moaner for dessert; energetic as ever, calling for the last reserves | you’ve been fantastic, too! | matt got hold of posters and flyers | cooling down on futons, nodding heads, waggling feet; sweet smiling faces everywhere | fly-in jason going "wtf? that pussy!" over eikman’s surrender to cold | merde! lloyd’s wallet stolen | taking taxi | we didn’t get far with the date but the music was good | taking a nap, having a short breakfast at the main station, picking up passengers, driving homewards, preserving that ringing in my ears | thanks karl, rick, darren, sven, dirties and the background magicians for a wonderful night out!

I’m really glad having met you dirty people and I’m hoping to see you (and the boys) again in the near future.



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[Leon]

Originally Posted by froopy seal

My belated Underworld/Sven/Cocoon travelogue (staccato, impressionistic, mostly chronological, incomplete):

fast, get ticket before gig is sold out! | gf can’t come; friends won’t come | yeehah, received ticket confirmation mail | excitement is growing | details for untidy pre-meet settled | thanks mum & dad for car! | last sleep till cocoon | cramming boot with food, beverages, and luggage | picking up passengers | six-hour ride; one traffic jam, one break including yummy wurstbrötchen | wow! first-time view of frankfurt skyline, looks so different from other german cities | dropping off passengers | moving into room (read: dump), taking pictures | taking shower to shake off upcoming fatigue (and prepare for date) | döner eur 3,50 | bratwurst + roll eur 1,50 | meeting michael yoda with ahdo-bulb in front of nachtleben ahead of time; having a nice chat | when will the golden leaves arrive? did they get stuck on vodka in the lounge? | sorry, no dope, guys | sorry, no spare money for alcohol, chap | ahh, dirty-looking (in the good way) people coming round the corner | saying hello | jayynee conjuring up nice banner; "i spent… minutes on it. minutes and minutes."; but it’s so clean – you forgot the dirt! | romantic: michael and marc will meet again on the shores of the baltic sea | confusing the waitress | hurriedly buying tram tickets; riding to cocoon | eikman tantalising the beer addicts: will there really be another tankstelle? | trying to understand some French | entering the sound landscape that is cocoon; impressive facilities | wtf? sven sporting silver sneakers, black leather vest, shaved armpits | building up some tension; presenting the system’s bass; whole body is vibrating, kooool | karl kiebitzing at the crowd | electrical anticipation, big applause for the boys | one globe for starters | oh yeah, we can definitely "feel this bass" | w00h0000000, awesome bassline | what’s that stuff? new underworld? other artists? | yeah, cowgirl; but without rez, and so early in the set; wth, dancing off my feet anyway | leon is taking the jal flight to tokyo | more unheard sounds | kos at midnight for kos | "happy birthday, kos!" | bottles dancing on the stage | karl looking pale; are you alright? he's been dancing and jumping around quite a bit tonight | me likes john the revelator dub | drugs aren’t good for you | my first time juanita live; i'm so excited; liking that tune better and better since its grand survival of album bashing | my first time spikee live | crowd going crazy over born slippy, as usual; i love that 2003 piano | oh, sweet amnesia | mmhhhhhh, moaner for dessert; energetic as ever, calling for the last reserves | you’ve been fantastic, too! | matt got hold of posters and flyers | cooling down on futons, nodding heads, waggling feet; sweet smiling faces everywhere | fly-in jason going "wtf? that pussy!" over eikman’s surrender to cold | merde! lloyd’s wallet stolen | taking taxi | we didn’t get far with the date but the music was good | taking a nap, having a short breakfast at the main station, picking up passengers, driving homewards, preserving that ringing in my ears | thanks karl, rick, darren, sven, dirties and the background magicians for a wonderful night out!

I’m really glad having met you dirty people and I’m hoping to see you (and the boys) again in the near future.



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What a great review! And yeah, Jal To Tokyo was the best thing ever.

[Jason Roth]

"fly-in jason going "wtf? that pussy!" over eikman’s surrender to cold"

tee hee

[Leon]

Originally Posted by Jason Roth

"fly-in jason going "wtf? that pussy!" over eikman’s surrender to cold"

tee hee

I remember him saying he had to go to the bathroom, and I never saw him again (that night).

Somehow I didn't care, because there was music and german chicks around me.

[BeautifulBurnout]

I am gutted that Froopy Seal has a girlfriend, after promising me a date!

Seriously, though. What an incredible car journey over, at 120mph on German Motorways. What a joy to all meet up. What a night. What a vibe. What a performance from the band. What amazing dancing. What sweat pouring off me. What a beautiful Dirty Banner *cough*. What good friends. What an awesome experience dancing to Pearls Girl towards the end. What a relief to sit down and chill in the back room afterwards. What a head-massage, Loity.

Fabulous memories. Thank you all.

[Leon]

Originally Posted by BeautifulBurnout

I am gutted that Froopy Seal has a girlfriend, after promising me a date!

Seriously, though. What an incredible car journey over, at 120mph on German Motorways. What a joy to all meet up. What a night. What a vibe. What a performance from the band. What amazing dancing. What sweat pouring off me. What a beautiful Dirty Banner *cough*. What good friends. What an awesome experience dancing to Pearls Girl towards the end. What a relief to sit down and chill in the back room afterwards. What a head-massage, Loity.

Fabulous memories. Thank you all.

And it was nice walking beside the water in Frankfurt, watching its skyline, and seeing a dalmatian running.

[froopy seal]

Originally Posted by Leon

Somehow I didn't care, because there was music and german chicks around me.

I am NOT a chick!

Originally Posted by BeautifulBurnout

I am gutted that Froopy Seal has a girlfriend, after promising me a date!

Errrrr... 'gf' just stands for... 'good friend', no? *cough*

EDIT: But even 'good friends' must never know of this date.

[King of Snake]

Originally Posted by froopy seal

I am NOT a chick!

that's not a problem for Leon