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So this past week, I experienced the German club scene for the first time. I randomly met a fellow Au Pair at the family’s sports club – and she turns out to be my neighbor! – so I finally have someone to accompany me on my nighttime adventures.

It was a Wednesday night; yes, a Wednesday. And this was not a Dollar Beers kind of night, to all of you Oregon ducks out there. It was a lets-get-messed-up-and-go-dancing-until 6am kind of night. Most parties don’t even get started here until 2 am, and that’s even pushing it as a bit early. Luckily, people were semi-reasonable and showed up a bit early¬†for the Wednesday club scene; we arrived at club 089 at around 1 am, and it was

Club 089

packed. Kaleena and I each paid 4 euro for a tiny bottled beer and shuffled into the crowd. Unrecognizable techno and house music blared through the speakers, littered with old school U.S. hits here and there – think Haddaway’s “What Is Love.” From my observations, people seem to actually dance here in Germany, as compared to the let’s-have-sex-on-the-dancefloor style that has taken over the States. There were a few down and dirty couples scattered throughout the place, but for the most part people were just enjoying the music and having a good time. Including Kaleena and I – we had the best time dancing and meeting Munich locals – so much fun that we stayed out until about 5:30am. When we left, the place was still packed, allowing those that remained a few more hours to get their dance on.

Bob Beaman Music Club

The next experience – and the more authentic German experience in my opinion – came on Friday night. We showed up at Bob Beaman Music Club around 1 am. Unlike the 3 euro cover at 089, the Friday night scene had upped it to a whopping 10 euro – which I hear is cheap compared to some other clubs in the area. The outside courtyard was packed, so we figured it would be even better inside. Well…we were wrong. We walked inside only to find about 5 or 6 scattered dancers, and about 10 more creepily standing on the wall watching. Hmmm, this is what we paid 10 euro for?! Since we already made the long trek there – including walking, the U-bahn, and a taxi – and had also paid a non-refundable 10 euro, we decided to make the best of it. Too bad the music creeped me out.

Have you ever listened to the voice of a hypnotist, maybe on T.V. or on the radio, and recognized the voice to be low, repetitive, and slow? Well, put that voice to a repetitive techno beat and there you have the music we were listening to. Apparently, this style is called Minimal Techno, and was largely developed in Germany during the 2000s, popularized by labels such as Kompakt and M-nus. Regardless of the genre’s popularity here, I can’t quite understand its appeal. I looked around at Bob Beaman’s to see fellow club goers moving their arms in weird directions and twerking their bodies back and forth. This made for some interesting people watching. And despite my apprehensions, I decided to embrace my environment and engage in this new dance style. I jumped up and down, moved back and forth, waved my arms, and I fit right in. Before I knew it, I was

Bob Beaman Music Club

having a fantastic time – and this was not due to my initial people watching entertainment, but from my own participation. My fun was momentarily interrupted, as I noticed that the creepy guy that had been lurking in the corner and staring in my direction for over an hour had finally decided to make his move. He slowly inched closer until, without words and with a completely blank expression, he attempted to grab my hand and dance. I decided to entertain his attempts for a short time, but his lack-luster dancing and blank stare eventually bored me to tears; I locked eyes with Kaleena, gave her the “save me” look, and she swooped in for the win. Free at last. We danced for a few more hours in this club where the ceiling lit up in neon colors, changing every few seconds, making me feel that I might as well be on some kind of illegal substance even though I was completely sober, excluding the single beer from the beginning of the night. What a trip, and what a grand old time out on the town in my new hometown of Munich. And maybe, before I know it, I’ll have this Minimal Techno dance style down to an art, allowing me to fit in as a local, that is until I open my mouth and attempt to speak the few words of German that I actually do know.

Another walk home in the early hours of the morning, watching the sun rise slowly and gracefully in the distance, led to the commencement of yet another successful night out.

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