More forward in time. Paul Labreque starts working there as sound technician. My friend Davide recognizes him as part of Sunburn head of the man while djing one of his songs. At that time, I was without a job. It was truly one of the hardest things for me. Keep applying, no finding. I felt sad and infuriated most of the time, as for the Agentur für Arbeit it will always be your fault if you don’t find a work.
Paul and Hannah, who worked at the bar, discretely kept proposing me some gigs there. I sometimes worked at the bar, sometimes at the door. They had no idea how much this meant for me. It’s not because of the money, it’s about understanding that people think about what you might need. If it had not been for music, my friends, and people that showed me they loved me anyway, I could have not gone through that time.
2017: I read that Roy Montgomery is playing in Europe. I contact him to ask if he wanted a gig in Berlin. I start to organize it. I am so triumphant! I am organizing a gig for my favourite guitar player; I am recently married and also, I am doing an important qualification at university
I discover that the final exam at university is the same day of Roy’s gig. Tragedy! Then it is a bit like in Frank Capra’s “It’s a wonderful life”: each of my friend does something for this to happen. Some go to pick up Roy at the airport, someone brings him to the venue, some of my friends work at the door, and me, I land just in time to arrive and see his set. All my friends are there, Roy’s set is unbelievable, and some people come to tell me thanks for making this happen. I keep this as one of the most amazing things that have ever happened to me.
I kept organizing gigs until 2020. The last one is Purple Pilgrim’s one, with Fausto Maijstral. Probably Fausto’s best set ever. Then, the pandemic happened. I was very afraid that West Germany could not survive the wave of lockdowns, restrictions and economic crisis. But somehow it did.
I was so afraid that I have waited until some weeks ago before entering there again. I stumbled at the end of a jam-packed show. Sweat on the floor, all windows open, people ecstatic and exhausted. It was all as I remembered; nothing had changed.
I said hallo to the venue’s crew, and they told me that they have missed me, and that I am always welcomed. It is nice to have a place that you can almost call second home.