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I put on the big, blue outfit that I got from Gallery Serpentine for my tenth rebirthday. This was perfect for swanning around Marktplatz and getting photographed by Germans.
But I had a destination: Auerbachs Keller, a very traditional, family-owned "dining cellar". In other words, it's a restaurant that can't be any more German. They have a policy of not bringing the check quickly, and they tell you that on the way in. Good on them! The pork roast with red cabbage & potato dumplings were right on. The decor is Faust-themed, Renaissance-inspired, and ten kilometers over the top. It's a pity I was alone, but still, I'd go back with at least one other person.
Fun fact about every large restaurant I ate at in Germany: much of their wait staff are of Far Eastern extraction, I'm guessing Vietnamese. There's a story in there somewhere, and I wonder if it's a happy one.
Thence to the tram to Haus Leipzig, which is a decent-sized concert hall in the middle of the residential Waldplatz neighborhood, to see Automelodi. Automelodi, recommended to me by esteemed stylist Adi, is only one awful purdy, floppy-haired French-Canadian dude, but he sure got around that stage. He played the keyboards & drum pads as well as singing. He has clearly listened to Depeche Mode, which is an automatic in with me. He was also a hit with the capacity crowd, which I believe to have been mostly German. (Automelodi's lyrics are in French, natch.) I almost got to talk to him at the merch table afterward, but I was a little too slow.
I sadly had to skip a few bands that Adi recommended that evening, because as good as the tram service is in Leipzig, it's not supersonic. I just couldn't fit it all in, and the dozen-plus venues are spread out all over the city.
Thence to agra again for Nitzer Ebb. They were one of the very few bands that I knew going in. They're very much for people who like boom with their gloom. I'm not that huge a fan, so I was content to hang out at the back of the crowd. That turned out to be fortunate: well after the show I found out that there were some thuggy moshers at the front of the crowd. One commenter said that it's a problem at Nitzer Ebb shows in Europe and especially Germany. (Nitzer Ebb is British.) If I remember correctly, that was the show where I saw a dude in a t-shirt that said, "I only speak German." It was the only overt expression of linguistic resentment that I encountered.
I need to wrap this entry up early because my social calendar is bonkers today. More on that later, and of course, more on WGT.
But I had a destination: Auerbachs Keller, a very traditional, family-owned "dining cellar". In other words, it's a restaurant that can't be any more German. They have a policy of not bringing the check quickly, and they tell you that on the way in. Good on them! The pork roast with red cabbage & potato dumplings were right on. The decor is Faust-themed, Renaissance-inspired, and ten kilometers over the top. It's a pity I was alone, but still, I'd go back with at least one other person.
Fun fact about every large restaurant I ate at in Germany: much of their wait staff are of Far Eastern extraction, I'm guessing Vietnamese. There's a story in there somewhere, and I wonder if it's a happy one.
Thence to the tram to Haus Leipzig, which is a decent-sized concert hall in the middle of the residential Waldplatz neighborhood, to see Automelodi. Automelodi, recommended to me by esteemed stylist Adi, is only one awful purdy, floppy-haired French-Canadian dude, but he sure got around that stage. He played the keyboards & drum pads as well as singing. He has clearly listened to Depeche Mode, which is an automatic in with me. He was also a hit with the capacity crowd, which I believe to have been mostly German. (Automelodi's lyrics are in French, natch.) I almost got to talk to him at the merch table afterward, but I was a little too slow.
I sadly had to skip a few bands that Adi recommended that evening, because as good as the tram service is in Leipzig, it's not supersonic. I just couldn't fit it all in, and the dozen-plus venues are spread out all over the city.
Thence to agra again for Nitzer Ebb. They were one of the very few bands that I knew going in. They're very much for people who like boom with their gloom. I'm not that huge a fan, so I was content to hang out at the back of the crowd. That turned out to be fortunate: well after the show I found out that there were some thuggy moshers at the front of the crowd. One commenter said that it's a problem at Nitzer Ebb shows in Europe and especially Germany. (Nitzer Ebb is British.) If I remember correctly, that was the show where I saw a dude in a t-shirt that said, "I only speak German." It was the only overt expression of linguistic resentment that I encountered.
I need to wrap this entry up early because my social calendar is bonkers today. More on that later, and of course, more on WGT.
