A true spring day drives me to Tempelhofer Feld, after being annoyed with the typical “we'll be there between 7am and 1pm” tradesman time. They arrived at 1:40pm and were in a really bad mood. Bad-tempered met super annoyed, because nobody wants to be ripped out of the shower or be on a work phone call. There's simply NOTHING you can do except tidy your apartment while you're waiting for them.
But I have a new sofa - not yet assembled - in the living room and will leave the bad mood in the subway. That's the plan.
The field is shimmering, it's 18 degrees, and the huge boomboxes are blasting my favorite techno song all over the field. Or Alben? Sometimes I can't tell the difference. So grateful. After virtual conversations with the family, the idea of an Aperol Spritz was met with great enthusiasm and approval, and so I read die Träume anderer Leute of Judith's others, continue to learn a lot about the music industry between 2011 and 2014, take part in another Echo and then have company. Beers at sunset, a five-minute rush through an exhibition (more because of the need to go to the toilet than any interest in the art) and a walk home.
You meet friends by chance at the bar on the corner, drink wine and celebrate spring.
The new couch is a source of annoyance on Saturday - they definitely weren't German engineers who designed these components. But it's there now, right next to the yellow one that I can no longer see. It stands like an eyesore in the room, dazzled by the beauty and novelty of the new one.
I make my way to Prenzlauer Berg - Bernd Böhlich, director of the old wives' classic Du bist nicht allein, is waiting there. Forgive me, mother.
Bernd Böhlich was the first director I ever worked with. Back then, at the tender age of 14, we shot the Sat.1 film Der Feind in meinem Leben (did I have to google myself for that?). A director who leaned over the balcony on the set at Alexanderplatz, looked at me and asked: “So, do you want to do that when you grow up?” And I just nodded, and he nodded back, looking into the wasteland of dreariness on the square and said that there would be no doubt if I stuck with it.
So there I am, in a classically sparse casting room (with a red leather couch, in fact), a little frozen, a little excited, with a lot of energy and a very good gut feeling. Rock 'n' roll.
Curry in the evening. I'm not only very good at cooking ramen - curry is definitely one of my strengths.
Then the concert bells ring on Sunday. Kate Nash is catching up with her concert (on a Sunday), and I feel far too much like Friday night. The pre-Aperol spritz goes down like oil, we look funky - my day thing is taken from me at the entrance, but I'd get it back (no graffiti on the toilets is therefore mine), and Kate Nash plays all the songs I like best, rocks the stage, looks funky and appeals to save the music industry.
Kate Nash signed up for OnlyFans to make money off her ass so she can tour. Clever. Funky. Take that, Spotify. What's actually better than an artist playing your favorite song at the end?
Yes, and then ... it felt like every pub still open from Friedrichshain to Neukölln was visited, fell into bed at five in the morning - and only then cursed the next working day.
April 7
Yes, if you can party, you can work. The only bright spots are Oli and Jan. Sluggish is probably the best way to describe their physical condition today.
Katharina Thalbach visited Gregor Gysi. I don't have an opinion on him yet, but I love her more than anything. What a sensationally great, magnificent, cheerful, life-affirming woman.
I'm listening to old Fest and Fluffy episodes again. Here we go again.
Movie
I'm finishing the second season of Marcella and I'm divided. It's a crime series, but it's a very brutal crime series with really dark human depths. Murder, murder of children, pedophilia, psychological problems, etc. ... ... My question: Does it have to be?
What If is a FANTASTIC hangover movie - light, sweet, playful. Toronto and Dublin as the setting. Now I want to go to Toronto.
A battle for survival I have won.
April 8th
I start the morning with Jan and Oli again - only from the past. We're in the year 2022, when Jan was still an Elon Musk fan and the buzz was about Joyc Ill and Xavier Naidoo. Those were the days ...
I'm trying to listen to Oli Pocher on Gregor Gysi. I break off. I find that Oli Pocher is a deeply unlikeable guy who mainly kicks downwards. What he calls humor is the epitome of: “Just keep your mouth shut or I'll puke in your lap.”
Movie
The Office is turning 20 years old. I was 7 years old when Michael Scott first flickered across the screen. Time is funny, sometimes. So let's watch The Office today.
Music
And listen to my German rap playlist.
Other Inspirations
And attend the BZ Culture Prize at Marlene-Dietrich-Platz 1 - wearing a New York jumpsuit that either makes you look like a Ghostbuster or like you're on safari.
It's a good event, especially when the resentment against politics is directed at the mayor, who has started to swim a little.
Mohammad Rasoulof (director), Jenny Erpenbeck (author), Ersan Mondtag (director), Cornelia Schleime (artist), Fanta 4 (musicians) and Daniel Brühl (actor) were honored. Yes, I was sitting in the same room as Daniel Brühl. And Travis. And only then did I start drinking champagne and playing roulette.
Event: 8 out of 10 stars,
Aftershow party: 3 out of 10 stars - but well, it's Tuesday.
P.S.: Roku Gin: -7 out of 10 stars.
April 9 - official day of the unicorn
Jan and Oli support me all the way to Charlottenburg, I enter the office tired and inspired: “I sat in the same room as Daniel Brühl yesterday”, I exclaim, expecting excitement. Nothing. “Ahem, Daniel Brühl?!” - “Daniel who?” Silence, keyboard hammering. Then no.
The day turned out to be unusually stressful - unintentionally stressful. Juggling worlds.
Good news from the art world. We continue to listen to a lot of Fest und Flauschig and watch Marcella. Mhmmmhm, I don't know, I don't know ... It will be finished, yes. But there's not much enthusiasm left.
Movie
But for Top Gun: Maverick. JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJA. It's a great movie. You can think what you like about Tom Cruise, whether you need Mission Impossible 150 is beside the point - I saw the sequel to Top Gun at the cinema in New York and was thrilled. It was only afterwards that I was told fun facts that made me love this movie even more. For example, all the actors HAD to undergo pilot training - sorry, dear ZDF, but where is our public service answer? For my part, I could do with one.
From start to finish, the movie is everything you'd expect from an action movie: cool, casual, manly and jet-heavy. Top Gun: Maverick - 12 out of 10 stars. And I'd like the Maverick jacket, thank you very much.
But before you sink into your pillows and forget to eat your noodles with excitement, you take a short stroll around Tempelhofer Feld, deep in conversation about your great passion for music. You could theoretically talk yourself to death, in my opinion.
It was just cold. And windy. That doesn't have to be the case now, does it?
April 10
I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't want to. I'm tired, and I want to go to the gym, and the bed is far too cozy anyway, and I still have 100,000 movies to watch, and ... I don't want to. And I'm tired.
At least we've escaped the personal Jan and Oli hype again - after all, we've heard it before. Instead, we turn our attention to Kate Nash Radio, designed by the superpower Spotify, and continue reading my Judith book. It's a good morning activity. You could sit on the Ringbahn for longer - actually until you get home and then just go back to bed.
It's a disaster if you've given notice and your colleagues are ill. You have to take over their tasks - urrrgh.
It's nice to have errands where you can take over the
Music
Mary Poppins soundtrack. London or Charlottenburg - there's not that much difference. It really puts you in a good mood.
Someone needs to take care of my hair. Better yesterday than today.
Otherwise the day drags on rather slowly, with crowning bad news.
How do you learn the best way to deal with disappointment?
Not by calling your family to actually just get silent approval - to stop, to get upset about things in a safe space, to question things, to be angry, to be disappointed.
Expectation: a warm feeling of cohesion, reassurance, taking away self-doubt. Reality: ‘I don't know what to say about this.
Fine, then you sort it out with yourself. Sport helps. Music helps.
Music
Regina Spektor album - Far and Noah and the Whales - The First Days of Spring.
Movie
I wanted to watch Rocky so badly and then I should have paid for it and then Amazon didn't want my money and it was all stupid somehow. So I didn't.
Book
But Judith's time on the Faroe Islands, songwriting in midsummer.
Other Inspirations
After all the turbulence, I'm now hoping for a quiet weekend eating cake, strolling around the flea market, maybe going to comedy. A little bit of creating, a little bit of creativity, a little bit of lazing around.
THAT CANNOT BE TOO MUCH DESIRED.
See you next week,
Bussi Baba