voodoo music from hell, from the lower east Side, from berlin

when i dance in the kitchen and drum the pans and clap my hands and scream «ayy!» and «oy!» it has one simple reason: i listen to music. good music. hot music. hot like hell. it’s like voodoo. i can’t control myself — i have to move, to stomp, to dance. listen to the beats, the voice, the words; right like now: Gogol Bordello from the Lower East Side, NY — russian-gypsy-dancehall-punk-dub-rock’n’roll:

BUT the real reason why i write right now is: Lota Red is playing on saturday. having a gig, a party, a big wild stampede. rockabilly at its best: from hell but hotter. melt my mind and let me swing’n’dance.

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08.11.2008 · doors 9 pm
Lota Red
«Let’s rock this house» : 21st anniversary
Roadrunner’s Paradise
Saarbrücker Str.24, 10405 Berlin

be there or be square!

höhe

»zu hochfliegende pläne leiden oftmals auch unter der tatsache, daß in zu großer höhe der sauerstoff knapper wird.«

– willy meurer (fundstelle: kommentar bei blogsurdum)