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Longest Rave Session
Was having this conversation with a friend the other day.
Mine is 13 hours.
From 3am - 4pm.
I could have kept going tho.
Whats your record?
NYE house party, started late afternoon around 4pm, finished around 4am. 12h
my feet really hurted after that lol
The weekend I met my wife. Started at Club der Visionaere on Friday evening, met my wife at IPSE a few hours later, spent about 24 hours on Saturday at Sisyphos, finished at Berghain for 30 more. Fell asleep twice. Once at Sisy. An hour or so. Woke up and someone had left me an apple juice next to me. Wasn't spiked, thankfully. One of the most beautiful moments in my clubbing life. Just thought it was the coolest thing ever. Then I slept again in the chill out room at Berghain for a few hours before awaking and feeling like I could do the whole weekend again only to stomp out a final 8 hours to Ben Klock closing. I count it all as one rave though. Wife picked me up that morning, took a pic as I fell out of the club and I knew she was the one. Legs were killing for days after. Mind recovered sooner, surprisingly.
Does a weekend festival where I got, maybe, 2 hours sleep, count?
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| Originally posted by Sykonee Does a weekend festival where I got, maybe, 2 hours sleep, count? |
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| Originally posted by OrangestO The weekend I met my wife. Started at Club der Visionaere on Friday evening, met my wife at IPSE a few hours later, spent about 24 hours on Saturday at Sisyphos, finished at Berghain for 30 more. Fell asleep twice. Once at Sisy. An hour or so. Woke up and someone had left me an apple juice next to me. Wasn't spiked, thankfully. One of the most beautiful moments in my clubbing life. Just thought it was the coolest thing ever. Then I slept again in the chill out room at Berghain for a few hours before awaking and feeling like I could do the whole weekend again only to stomp out a final 8 hours to Ben Klock closing. I count it all as one rave though. Wife picked me up that morning, took a pic as I fell out of the club and I knew she was the one. Legs were killing for days after. Mind recovered sooner, surprisingly. |
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| Originally posted by KilldaDJ NYE house party, started late afternoon around 4pm, finished around 4am. 12h my feet really hurted after that lol |
It was around the time of my 26th birthday, in September like every year. My girlfriend of two years was with me, and we had just flown to Willy Brandt after spending the summer in the Lemon Region and the spring in ATH like always. As we were waiting for our mate from Hellers to pick us up from WB, there was a well-spoken refugee from Damascus (went to a few clubs there during my time in Syria, very familiar with the scene) who gave us a flyer promoting this five-day-long at Neu-Tempelhof, starting that very evening.
My girlfriend took 10 seconds to read the flyer, rolled her eyes, groaned, sighed, turned to me, and whispered into my ear: Wir sind zur�ck in Berlin, Baby. She was so used to stapling posters from our time at Snygg Kluppe at that point that she stuck the flyer onto my chest as if she was stapling it onto a wooden lamp post, hahah. That made us all chuckle, especially the Syrian who had now proceeded to show us a paper reading "need 5 Euro for sandwich and water". Obviously we both gave the guy a 50. He even stuck around for a smoke while we waited for Max to pick us up from the airport.
Later at Max's my girlfriend (who is originally from Vilnius) told me she actually didn't feel too comfortable with the rave at Neu-Tempelhof, and proposed we only rave there for two days instead of five. Max looked at me, sat down, stood up again, and half-shouted, in his steadfast East-Berlin fashion: Der Ballsaal kennt keine Zeit, und die Zeit kennt nicht den Ballsaal. My girlfriend collapsed on the sofa, laughing. She was always quicker than me, and it took me an additional 20 seconds to get Max's joke, who was at this point close to exploding from holding in his laughter. Finally I got it, violently chuckled with a visible burst of saliva out of my mouth that landed squarely (of all things) in Max's dog's (also named Max) waterbowl.
Max got on the sofa, laughing, and kissed my girlfriend. I pulled out the C I had brought up from LR, sat next to Max who was still kissing my girlfriend Laima and laid three lines of cece on the glass table (made out of Euro pallets). The moment they stopped and saw the lines, we all knew this was going to be a long one. Laima went first, Max went second. I made sure there was no residue for Max (the dog) to lick off of the pallet.
At around 19 (10 pm for you 12-hour Yanks out there, haha) me and Max arrived at Neuhof (Neu-Tempelhof). We had agreed on Laima arriving later, as she wanted to catch up with some of her girls, Irina and Galina, who were now just a few kilometes from Berlin.
The first thing we both noticed was that the event had no free water, but we had both luckily packed our own amphwater. We made a pact that we'd both pack it in dry from my Toppits until we really, really needed the water.
We proceeded towards the dancefloor, which was still a ways away... We both had Rokossovsky's newest "Selbst-Kopfschuss im Bunkerraum und Zyankali" set (August 2009, I recommend checking it out) pumping in our headphones. As we got closer and started feeling the sub-vibrations on our chests, we, almost at the same time, looked at each other with smiles wider than the roundabout around Nike, turned off our own music, and disappeared into the sonic rainforest that was the rave at Neu-Tempelhof in 2009, when I turned 26.
Two days in (and after about five magnesium shots to undo the violent calf-cramps we all suffered!) we started feeling like the event really was overstretched; a two-day rave spread over five days. Laima had it right from the beginning. We took the Schwerer Gustaf from Neuhof to Hauptbahnhof, scored from Jan at the rafters near the pretzel shop (lol!!! Gz Jan if you're reading this), and fell asleep near the Romanian beggars for like 2-3 hours.
Max was the first one to wake up. He did so energized as always. He shook me awake and immediately whispered "Madrid" into my ear. I had barely opened my eyes, yet my mouth spread into this wide smile. I closed my eyes again with Max shaking me by my lapels (I was wearing a seersucker as is the custom during Berlin's close-off season), and whispered to him a resounding "yes".
We hopped into U-Bahn at Mitte. In a couple of hours we all woke up to a gracious female voice announcing "Wir sind in Madrid angekommen". We saw the Hamburg G20 protests from the window on our way there.
Laima reached out to Speggel (he drives a cab in Barc), who had us at Rex in less than an hour. Totally different vibe, no other German in sight. Backstage we talked to Olaf "entz�ndete Eichel" Schmurz, and even he said he's actually Swiss, not German, hahah. We kept going for two more days. The most magical moment was Oliver Hass (not to be mixed-up with Oliver Lieb) offering us some Sour Cream & Onion peanuts backstage while Coast 2 Coast played Home mainstage. Apparently Lidl had a campaign where Germans could vote for new Snickers flavours online, and actually Kacke Praline won the popular vote. Lidl refused to use the recipe, as it would've been a bit too on the nose, hahahah, and they just launched this Sour Cream & Onion nut thing instead. Just another anecdote from my legendary six-day rave in Berlin and Madrid.
Yeah I've done four days at Berghain (I know the very ug cult door guy with tattoos and angenorm clothes at the door, even took a few photos of him for Sp�tz in 2004) before, but timewise this is the longest.
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