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Feeling atomized? A metropolis like Hamburg is composed of many different elements, not least the people who are the lifeblood of any city. We are thrown together, coming from countries as foreign as Palestine, Turkey, China and Bavaria. Too often we live side by side, running parallel lives that only interact along predictable social, political and cultural lines. I’m also a blow in to Hamburg, and I hark from a country where people still know their neighbours… we may hate them, we may complain about them, but they’re usually happy to loan you some precious teabags and milk in emergency situations.
8 happykappy CupCakes 9 knust - the upper Crust 9 preview: Feeder @ knust 10 azeitona - the golden olive 10 exhiBitions @azeitona 11 Being the cuP 14 Short cutS 15 The tba-familY
In this edition of tba, we’ve found some places where you can feel a part of the larger community in which you live. Places like Centro Sociale and Café Knallhart offer us valuable free spaces in which to meet, to realise dreams, to drink beer and to get to know people who’d otherwise be strangers. Of course, all of the places and events we’ve written about this month offer wonderful opportunities to get out there, experience the city and meet like-minded folk. So if you’re aspiring to be Feeder’s next drummer, a renowned writer or actor, ethical-film-consumer, book-collector or olive-eater, read on and feast your eyes on our best ever edition.
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Centro soCiale - know thy neighBour
Where? Sternstr. 2 (U3 Feldstr.) When? Where? Read more here: Centro Sociale webpage Community space for everyone in our beloved Schanzenviertel – this sounds like a dream. The Centro Sociale represents a counter movement to the general creep of gentrification and makes the dream a reality. They have 500 m2 of space for those who have dreams but no space in which to realise them. Space where you can get to know your neighbourhood, space where you can enjoy readings, seminars, concerts and exhibitions for free or for a small entrance fee, space where you can get help and help others, space where you can contribute your own ideas and put them into practise. Every day offers something different – life on 500 m2.
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Every Saturday, 10am - 5pm Centro Sociale
How much? - free Guide books, novels, crime stories, books on history and politics - they are usually expensive and you need time to buy and read them. As a student you are often short of both time and money. Imagine what it would be like to get books like these for free, and all you have to do is to rummage through whole boxes and heaps of them on a Saturday afternoon, having a cup of coffee or Club Mate while you pause. Utopian? No, sociale! At the Centro Sociale the book bazar offers you every type of book imaginable and you can take as many as you can carry – in exchange for a small donation. You can contribute anything that might be useful – money, coffee, toilet paper, felt-tip pens... and you support a voluntary project according to your personal possibilities. In fact, what better way to get to know the Centro than by volunteering a few hours of your time each Saturday. V.S.
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Where? Read more: Feldstr. 66 (Bunker) (U3 Feldstr) www.uebelundgefaehrlich.com
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Upon scrambling out of the U-Feldstraße catacombs, you are instantly surrounded by some of the most recognisable symbols of Hamburg: the Millerntor, the Dom, and the grey chunk that is the Bunker. If you are still hoarse from the last St. Pauli game, it is quite possible that you would like to flee the masses of screaming teenagers. So, turn right and find your way up to the fourth floor of the Bunker, the realm of Übel & Gefährlich (there is a liftboy to make sure that you don’t get lost). After another year full of concerts, readings, poetry slam, electro parties and music styles whose labels are most mysterious, Übel & Gefährlich starts the next round. This is the perfect moment for you to become a part of it, to get to know new bands, to learn something about the end of the world from Bela B. (reading, 14.03.11), and maybe even to find one of your “new yous” for 2011.
According to lastfm, I have seen 30 bands since moving to Hamburg in 2007. I have probably seen more, but those 30 concerts were planned, ticking that little “I’m going” box, buying tickets, being insanely happy at the show itself and stealing posters from the venue afterwards. From all of those concerts there are only a handful of shows I am still truly amazed by, even after two years. One of them was in 2008, when the Cold War Kids played at Knust; a band that is not known for striking every note top-notch, but they are famed for being as energetic as a Duracell bunny, having songs that are madly catchy and not having a single dull moment when they’re on stage. There’s dancing, playing, spitting, drinking, screaming, hitting the piano and being brilliantly fantastic. They are coming back to Hamburg in February. I have already ticked that box and bought my tickets. Get-to-know-the-band-with-these-songs: • I don’t wanna grow up (acoustic at the district) • Hospital Beds (for free at Daytrotter) • Something is not right with me (Loyalty to Loyalty) • Hang me up to dry (Robbers & Cowards) S.R.
Altonaer Theater is not only a theatre but also a classy place to read literature, drink some cocktails, have a small dinner or even meet the cast after the show! But of course, most of all you can enjoy a broad variety of performances. Classical or modern plays, critical or amusing, the program changes often and so there are always different pieces to satisfy the broadest of tastes. Our recommendation: Tadellöser & Wolff by Walter Kempowski. In a humorous way it describes how ordinary people had to deal with Nazi-Germany and the upcoming deprivations of World War II. Kempowski himself was deeply influenced by WW II and one of the most famous German authors of the second half of the 20th century. One of his most important works is the book series Das Echolot. It is a collage of diaries, letters and autobiographical notes that were written in the time of the World War. He collected them by putting adverts in the newspaper Die Zeit where he asked the readers to send him all kinds of biographical notes of this time. The play Tadellöser & Wolff is written from the perspective of the young Kempowski, so it is at least partly autobiographical. So drop by and enjoy this masterly piece of literature and discover just how fortunate we are to have our Altonaer Theater. O.S.
Where? Read more: Museumsstr. 17 (S Altona) www.altonaertheater.de
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Saturdays 8am - 4pm Feldstr. 30, Karoviertel
How much? Coffee 0.60€ // Club Mate 1.50€ If you ask your parents, studying 20 years ago was completely different from today – leading a true student’s life meant squatting, fighting for your rights and a more easy-going everyday life than today. This is the era in which Café Knallhart has its roots. Luckily, there are some idealistic and dedicated people who saved the Café, the values it stands for and some of the old student habits in these blue B.A. days. Just like in the 1980s, when seminar room S27 was squatted and turned into the Café, everybody can take a time out here, drink fair trade coffee, relax with a vegan snack or visit and take part in numerous activities. You could watch a movie you might never come across in a cinema for free, take a shift behind the counter, do something to protect animals from abuse, meet new people or realise your own project. You can take part and be a part of the Café Knallhart. V.S.
You are bored of film nights that only adhere to leaning back, eating popcorn and getting lulled by some fairytale invented by “Hollywood’s finest”, to show you just what went wrong in your imperfect life? May we suggest an exhilaratingly different cinema to you: Indykino at Café Knallhart. The films and documentaries shown on Tuesday evenings here are unpolished, they show what went wrong in other people’s lives and tell stories about human mistakes as well as stories about people who take chances, who stand up for their beliefs and act against all odds. The only thing you have to do is visit the Café on a Tuesday evening, purchase an ecologically worthwhile movie snack, flop down on a sofa and watch one of these films – for free. V.S.
“The Cafe Knallhart is my second home, a second living room and a refuge. It has everything you need: table football, nice people to chat with and sofas.” Jackie, taking shifts at the Café
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Eppendorfer Weg 99 (U3 Eppendorfer Baum) www.kaeppchenkuchen.net Read more:
for those who were hoping for some Seal, Sting or Slayer, no, you will not encounter these gentlemen here, the mix consists of non-mainstream, remixed, re-(dis)covered classics and some rather otherworldly tunes. The author’s personal recommendation: Hit the psychedelic playlist and lose some days. J.T.
How are you feeling today? Funky? Sexy? Like crying? Lost in Jamaica? Are you doing your Spring cleaning? Getting dressed for a party? Working like a bee? What if there was a place online that could spare you the tedious playlistmaking and waiting for the one song that fits your mood like the proverbial top hat? Rejoice, this place exists @ stereomood.com. The site is the project of a bunch of Italian buddies who eventually got tired of each other’s taste in music. You just choose your mood or current activity and the appallingly useful website offers you a playlist of up to 1,000 songs to listen to for free. Could there possibly be a better way to musically underline your road trip or tango lesson and find out about eclectic new artists that you might never have discovered otherwise. (Even more interesting is the love making playlist, since it can be more than baffling what some people regard as appropriate sex-songs.) However, a warning should be voiced
Imagine a chocolate cupcake with a delicious Oreo-Cookie-Filling, topped with a tongue-beguiling Chocolate-Fudge-Frosting. Or, if you’re just not the chocolate-kind-of guy or -girl, what about a ravishing Raspberry-Filling and Cream-Cheese-Frosting? Would you prefer a Pink-Vanilla-Frosting? There is only one bakery in Hamburg so heavenly equipped to offer these delights: Happykappy Cupcakes (Eppendorfer Weg 99). Behind a pink counter, a man whose familiy has developed their cupcake recipes for more than three generations will welcome and introduce you to his very own cupcake-kingdom. His family is originally from Austria but time has carried them through the world. That is why he speaks German with a charming foreign accent. You get two cupcakes for a fiver in a white packaging. If you’re willing to spend an additional two euros, you will be treated with a much more exciting, yet also more
pinkish, packaging, which would be a great thing to show up at a birthday party with. Hamburg’s cupcake heaven is open Tuesdays to Saturdays from 10am to 7pm and Sundays from 10 am to 6pm. P. H.
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Where? Neuer Kamp 30 (U3 Feldstr)
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How does a band go on if one of their members commits suicide? How much? Beer: 3.70 € Feeder, whose album Polythene was Read more: www.knusthamburg.de voted Kerrang’s! best album of the year in 1997, wandered this woeful Knust has it all. A prime location in one of the old Schlachthalwasteland. After the death of their len buildings right next to U-Feldstraße located between the drummer in 2002, the remainder Schanze and St. Pauli. It is not only a perfectly sized club (just of the band around Grant Nichosmall enough to be intimate, big enough to rock) that has been las stayed out of the public eye for the home to now more widely acknowledged artists like Gisover a year working their way through the mess that was their bert zu Knypphausen, Art Brut and Talco (and even the thenfeelings. What sprang from this was Comfort in Sound, which unknown R.E.M. in the 70s). It also shows all St. Pauli Games turned out to be more mellowly melodic, including a string orlive on the big screen and has an amazingly homely little bar. On chestra and piano tunes. After the three following albums Pushing their website they even have their own series of features about the Senses, The Singles and Silent Cry and the departure of thenartists and events called Knust TV. The club’s history goes back drummer Mark Richardson, Feeder started touring as their side to the mid-70s and the name is Hamburg dialect for the crust project Renegades which is also the title of their seventh studio on the ends of a loaf of bread: “…the most delicious part of the album. Feeder is back. A new album for 2011 under the title of bread, always hard, but also Chronic Dysfunction is already in the making and the band is tourfair (because there are two of ing Europe with their seventh album. Their style cannot really them?)” be classified but would range somewhere between postGet-to-know-the-band-with-these-songs: grunge, alternative and indie rock with some very agree• Buck Rogers (Echo Park) able pop titles. Scream your lungs out to the otherwise • Comfort in Sound (The Singles) fast-paced, emotional and energetic songs. It would be • Come Back around (The Singles) • Renegades (Renegades) a venal sin to miss one of the not-so-underground-any• Piece by Piece (Echo Park) more-indie-legends of the early 2000s. So, pack your not-so-teenage angst and slouch on into the Knust. J.T.
AzeitonA - Hamburg’s Golden Olive
Where? Beckstr. 17 (U3 Feldstr) Hamburg has many pearls, but only one golden olive. Azeitona is so well hidden that you could spend your whole life drifting between Sternschanze & Karoviertel, never knowing that this vegetarian paradise even exists. Run by Fariz, one of the warmest proprietors in all of Hamburg, the restaurant is incredible value and has a unique and lively atmosphere. As I write this on a Monday evening, the place is buzzing with young and old, German and foreigner, vegetarian herb and carnivore alike. But Azeitona doesn’t just offer its customers Hamburg’s best falafel and Arabian food…this intimate location also functions as a live music venue from time to time. There is a hidden little corner reserved for those who like to take their shoes off and sit huddled up together around a candle, consuming delicious delicacies and hiding from the Winter elements. You can tell from every little detail that the entire restaurant is run with love, and I’ve yet to meet anyone who hasn’t felt instantly comfortable in the relaxed surroundings.
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Exhibitions @ Azeitona - Watch this Space
In a similar vein to Centro Sociale, Azeitona offers anyone with an idea and a bit of talent the opportunity to stage a small acoustic gig or an exhibition. Local musicians have a tendency to drop by late in the evening, and Fariz has even been known to sing along when the kitchen calms down. The restaurant could never be mistaken for a gallery, but from personal experience, it’s the type of place to get your art recognised, and the restaurant is always happy to host triumphal Vernissages. So, this one goes out to all you budding artists…there are some bare walls just waiting to be covered by your work. Watch this Space. M.L.T. “Hamburg is my home, and Azeitona is my Heimat” Fariz: Owner of Azeitona, born in Palestine, Hamburger since 1982.
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Short Story - Being the Cup
I walk into the cafe and it’s the usual procedure: I’m looking for the table furthest away from the doors, the loos, the people and the light. I’m ordering a coffee, “in that reddish cup, please.” And then I sit there. With my coffee. And the cup. The cup doesn’t look right. It’s slightly chipped at the rim, and the colour is almost gone from years of machine-washing. It was this cup from which I first tasted the coffee in this cafe, almost three years ago. I’ve always had this one, it’s basically mine and I like the thought of me being responsible for the faded colour and the chipped rim.
Not actually red, the cup, more of a dirty rosé. Pastel-colour. It doesn’t match with the coffee inside. Cups and content should match though, shouldn’t they? (an initial-letter rule, maybe, but then again you wouldn’t find a fitting bed to the breakfast in a bed and breakfast, would you?) How to drink when this colour-clashing composition of cup and coffee comes closer and closer to your face as you raise it to your mouth to take a sip. Maybe that’s why my coffee is already cold. But maybe it is because I’ve been thinking about coloured cups. My coffee is light brown. Just a tiny bit of coffee, half the cup’s worth milk and then three heaped spoons of sugar. I’m going to
The coffee tastes awful. I should be somewhere else. At university probably, writing the story my professor has been waiting for forever. But he won’t like it anyway, we’re all a huge disappointment to him; no next Chekhov or Dostoevsky, neither Twain nor Yeats, not even a Wilde or an Austen. We’re all students who missed that one moment right after school, where you realize what you’re meant to be doing with your life. And now we’re all stranded in this creative writing class. Some of us with the eager ambition to make it big, become the greatest writers of our time (not me, I think gladly, I won’t have to deal with the sour feeling of not living up to my dreams later), others doing this for fun, for the ecstatic feeling of being a student, partying all the time, doing drugs, drinking red whine while talking nonsense about sociology and sleeping with as many people as possible (not me either, I don’t have fun being this, and I prefer white whine anyway); and then there are those who just tag along, who do this because it seemed strangely right but don’t really care (yep, that’s me). I am writing a detective story, and everyday I add a few chapters before erasing them again. Writer’s block, you’d call it, if I were a writer. Detective Gordon raised the pint to his mouth. It was a cold and rainy day, typical for the north and David Gordon, private detective,
die; all my arteries filled with sticky sugar.
former police off icer and a total loser according to his ex-wife was not
in his best mood. He sighed; something was missing, he was missing this one last piece of the puzzle that would answer all remaining questions. Earlier that day he had been f ishing a dead girl from the dirty waters of the river Tweed and now he was sitting here in that old pub close to the crime scene, waiting for a call. “ You want another one?” Mike, the barman, asked. He was American and came to Scotland a few years ago to reexperience his family´s roots. “Cheers, I gotta head back to the off ice. Say hello so Missy for me, will ye?”, he said and left. On the way to his apartment, which also served as his off ice, he had that weird sensation, feeling that he was being followed. He started walking a bit faster. His movements became more hasty and his breath irregular. When he came to a corner he halted abruptly, turning around, his eyes wide open in both fear and exhilaration. His breathing steadied when he saw a stray cat slowly crawling away. Being at the harbour all morning wading through the putrid water must´ve had some effect on his odour. As he walked up the steep stairs to his off ice/apartment his phone rang. “Gordon”, “Hello David, I got the results you were asking for. The autopsy showed that the girl must´ve been dead at least 24 hours before you found her. No alcohol, no drugs, no violence as far as I can see. Quite unusual for someone to just fall into water and drown without anybody noticing, you know. We`re doing a few more tests here, so maybe we´ll f ind something, but to me this seems to be no crime, but a tragic accident.”, “Thank you Gray, give me a ring as
soon as you’ll f ind anything else, will you?” ,“Sure do. I take it you
think this to be more than an accident?”, “I dunno yet. I got that feeling that we’re missing something, anyway, nothing to be sure yet. Talk to you in a bit.”, “Later, David.” Gordon fell into his chair. He could have sworn this was something big, something out of the ordinary. But maybe that was just him watching too much CSI. I am stuck. Stuck in my own story. Nothing ever happens and my protagonists have lost all ambitions. As I take another face-distorting sip from my sickly sweet coffee, Clarice enters the scene and the cafe. She is wearing her usual onionish layer-composition of various coloured shawls, shirts, skirts and loosely dangling cloths to keep the warmth all to herself. Her hair is cut short and her face is the image of gloominess, apart from her gothic appearance, the depressing chitchats and her bad taste in music she is rather amiable, dinky as she’d call it. “Coffeeeeee” she begs when she sits down next to me on one of the battered flea market couches. “So I take it you finished your story?”, I ask, feigning interest. Her story is something combining the language of Lovecraft with the other-worldliness of Tolkien and the length of the Bible. Prince Kalaghhig took his faithful horse and abandoned his past forever. He was leaving behind his home, the castle of Hhoulky, his family and true companions to f ind his luck in the far away world of Pshaszza where he was expecting to f ind the powers to rid his folk
from the evil forces of the eastern Grodons. “Fare well thee, oh dearest friends. And pray for me, for your hopes shall accompany me on my rapturous adventure and save me from the brutal beasts of disbelief roaring inside my chest.”
“I have thought of a few more obstacles Kalaghhig has to overcome, so I’ll have to write additional chapters”, Clarice says while pouring a huge amount of cinnamon into her coffee that would surely get her delusional again. I’m returning to my thoughts as Clarice is slowly getting lost in her story, becoming Kalaghhig`s princess and dropping out of reality, caught in a cinnamon cloud wobbling and billowing around her head. Maybe I should watch more CSI to get some real crimes for Gordon to solve. For anyone else all this would seem pathetic. It is nothing spectacular, it is more than ordinary, boring even. I am going nowhere, stuck here, in this cafe, in my story, in my life. But for me, it is just that cup of coffee. S.R.
BeautiFul aF terthoughts
If we had a staff of 50 and the ressources of DER SPIEGEL, these are some of the events we would have covered in more detail... What? POETRY SLAM
Where? When? Free?
04 February Yes
Zeisehallen, Friedensallee 9, Ottensen
Where? When? Free?
03 February No: 12/16€
Uebel & Gefährlich
HAM.LIT - Lange Nacht junger Musik und Literatur
Imprint - The tBA-family
editor-in-chief sub-editors p.p. Marc-Liam Toolan Susan Reichelt, Tobias Steiner, Julia Tegtmeyer Hamann Reichelt Spyth Struckmann Tegtmeyer Toolan Wiegert Paul Susan Olivia Vera Julia Marc-Liam Isabella (page 8) (p. 5, 11-13) (page 6) (p. 4, 7) (p. 8,9) (page 10) (page 5)
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Olivia Spyth, Vera Struckmann, Susan Reichelt, Sarah Kaufmann Julia Tegtmeyer Tobias Steiner 2011, all rights reserved tba - to be announced
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