Cognition (Part II)

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A journey into the unknown! It was as if I’d been plonked in the middle of the Atlantic on an inflatable mattress without a compass. And Coco represented the wind and the seasons that would dictate my destination from then on. I had completely lost control of the situation.

I was helpless, but it was a pleasant kind of helplessness – the kind where you free yourself of all of life’s little troubles and completely let go. An abduction! We felt a bit like Mallory & Mickey in Natural Born Killers – only with water pistols.

When we passed the sign for entering Hamburg I thought we’d arrived. Little did I know how far off the mark I was.

“We’re almost there. I just have to let my sister know. Can you pass me my phone from my bag?” asked Coco.

Coco’s sister? Family? Right now? I wasn’t prepared for that! I’d sooner have expected her to take me for a romantic candlelight dinner on the hallowed turf of HSV Hamburg!

I gawked at Coco with a dopey look on my face while my brain tried to think of something witty and intelligent to say. Since I couldn’t come up with anything better, I reached down and began fishing around in her bag for her phone.

“Got it?”

“Not yet,” I replied, still grinning.

Girls’ handbags will always remain a mystery to me. I mean, how many hours are consumed fishing around for things in handbags? One hour a day, something like that? And is this a universal phenomenon? Do girls all over the world go hunting in their bags? That’s something I’d like to know!

“Ah, just leave it. Don’t worry, we’re not staying long. We still have a long journey ahead!” said Coco with a smile.

At that moment a great weight was lifted from my shoulders. I don’t know why the thought of Coco’s family was so unsettling. I was crazy about her – and yet I didn’t really know her all that well yet. Meeting the family always felt like it had an element of duty. And that just didn’t sit right with me at that moment at all!

“We live in an age of zero commitment, ” I thought to myself. Men have always struggled in that respect, and our generation in particular.

“No obligation.”

“No minimum contract.”

“Full satisfaction or your money back.”

These slogans, and the emphasis on “discount” and “low prices”, have skewed our understanding of value. Oh well, you usually overthink these things, don’t you?

Coco’s sister lived with her fiancé in a picture-perfect family estate: curtains, front gardens, carports and garden gnomes dominated the neighbourhood. The sight of a pensioner in three-quarter-length trousers washing his car triggered some kind of alarm in my mind and reminded me of a question that had been bothering me for some time:

Have you ever noticed that that at the border, which is generally also a red-light district, there are always tons of garden gnomes for sale?

First of all, why is that?

And second, should you be concerned as a woman if your husband starts putting gnomes in the front garden?

When we stopped outside a detached red-brick house we’d reached our destination. Coco had hardly rung the doorbell when I heard some excited screeching from inside. A door was opened and footsteps approached – probably slippers on a tiled floor – then the door was unlocked.

“Heeeeeeeyyy!” one of them shrieked.

“Hellooooo! We’re heeeeeeerrre,” the other shrieked back.

I left the two of them to their greeting ceremony (hugs, cuddles, kisses, tickles and smiles all round), only joining in passively myself (smiling and nodding – no idea why I nodded… but that’s how it went).

Right on cue the pair of them simultaneously turned their heads towards me.

“So you must be René!”

“Yep, that’s me,” I said a little awkwardly. “And how about you?”

“I’m Jana,” she said. “Coco’s sister. But you can call me Dinky. That’s what everyone calls me.”

“Ok, Dinky,“ I said with a wink.

Never had I seen such a bizarrely furnished house. Every item of furniture was precisely matched with the others. It was like walking through an Ikea showroom. Even objects like magazines, pens, books and glasses were placed in exactly the same positions as page 243 of the latest Ikea catalogue.

We sat down on the FRIHETEN sofa, where the BJOLE husband was waiting in his SVERGLEM pullover. I was about to ask whether they had a ball-pool in the children’s room when I was handed a steaming cup of black coffee.

“Milk and sugar?”

Dinky put the milk jug and sugar jar on the table and excitedly got out a photo album – which was actually quite unnecessary, since the entire living room was plastered with pictures of the two of them. Blown up to poster format, the couple looked upon us from every wall. Even in the toilet they maintained order and decorum from a picture mounted on the door.

You can imagine my relief that Coco kept to her word: as soon as we’d finished our coffee she said:

“Sorry Dinky. We really have to get going.”

“No problem. You must still have quite a journey ahead, right René?” Jana answered mischievously. “He still doesn’t know where you’re going to end up, does he?”

“Nope, not yet,” said a grinning Coco.

When we were back in the car I asked Coco if she felt like telling me where our journey was taking us. She just answered: “Maybe.”

It wasn’t long before the gentle vibrations of the car lulled me into a peaceful sleep. The next time I opened my eyes it was already getting dark.

“You back with us?” said Coco.

“Where are we?” I asked in my drowsy state.

“About 100 kilometres outside of Amsterdam!”

Seeing my bewildered expression, Coco burst out laughing and was almost bent over double.

“AMSTERDAM? WE’RE GOING TO AMSTERDAAAM?” I exclaimed euphorically.

“YEAAAAAH! Are you happy?”

“Of course I am! I’ve always wanted to go to Amsterdam!”

“Great, well now we’d better find out exactly where we’re going. Can you turn on the sat-nav?” asked Coco.

I did as I was asked, and not even an hour and a half later we had pulled up outside our cosy little hotel on the edge of central Amsterdam.

Rather than Coco’s original plan of two nights, we spent four whole days in beautiful Amsterdam – riding bikes, visiting coffee shops and the Sex Museum, moseying around the town. And of course we had plenty of time for ourselves – just the two of us.

As we were packing our bags in the car on the last day we looked deep into each other’s eyes. For almost a minute we just smiled at each other. I think I realised at that moment that our odyssey was almost over.

On the way back it was my turn to drive. We made a brief stop in Hanover before carrying on all the way to Berlin. I wished I could stop time at that moment, but it just flew by. Before I knew it, we were back outside my front door.

Since Coco had to be at work the next morning, it was time for a very drawn-out goodbye. We kissed passionately and promised it wouldn’t be long until we saw each other again. And that was it: I was back in my previous life – my everyday life. Hello Berlin’s concrete jungle!

I was happy not to run straight into Daniel at home. I felt like I needed some quiet time alone first. I sent Coco a text and soon drifted off to sleep watching a nature documentary.

Once more it was my phone that woke me up the next day.

“H-hello?” I mumbled sleepily.

On the other end of the line a wide awake Daniel roused me from my slumber.

“Alright mate! Back in boogie town Berlin? Listen, I know it’s a bit sudden, but while you were away we managed to find an office to rent. Can you come over? I have to talk a couple of things over with you.”

I was amazed. Not even two weeks have passed and Daniel’s renting an office? And I know nothing about it?

“Anyway it would be great if you could swing by today. Bia’s here too. What about this afternoon? About four o’clock? ”

“Umm… yeah, sure I’ll come over! Nice one! Should I bring my laptop? ”

“Yeah, if you like. I’ll send you the address on Facebook, ok? I have to go now, it’s all a bit hectic here,” said Daniel in a serious tone.

“Alright then. See you later!”

That was a shock. Without wasting any time I got out of bed and went over to Daniel’s room. Sure enough, his desk, computer, printer, speakers – all gone!

“What’s going on here?” I wondered, “And what could Daniel want to talk to me about?”

I’d rather have gone straight over there to find out what was up. Those hours of uncertainty were not pleasant in the least. Around 3 o’clock, feeling rather tense, I made my way over to the new office. When I rang the buzzer it was Bia who answered.

“Hey René! I’ll buzz you in. Fourth floor.”

Daniel and Bia were waiting at the door to greet me. I got a coffee and began telling them about my crazy holiday. The two of them listened intently. It’s not the kind of thing that happens every day. It did nothing to dampen my impatience to know what was going on, but unfortunately I’m not the kind of guy who finds it easy to cut to the chase.

When I’d finished telling my stories there was a tense silence. It reminded me of a scene in an old Spaghetti Western.

“Smoke?” I asked the pair of them.

“Sure,” said Daniel.

We went out onto the balcony to roll a cigarette.

“There have been some changes around here, René,” Daniel began.

“Yes, I can see. How’s it going? What’s going on?”

“Well, you know that Bia has left Ableton and is working for us full time now. That means we have some reorganisation to do.”

“Yes, I know. And?” I asked flatly.

And… that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I know you’ve been going through a difficult time lately,” said Daniel.

“Ah, forget it… everything’s cool now.”

“I don’t believe you. You don’t have to play it cool, René. The last six months have been really hard on you… They would have been for anyone.”

I stared somewhat dumbfounded at Daniel.

“I think you’re seriously unhappy,” Daniel went on.

“I mean, recently your head hasn’t been in our business, or in your DJing either. Nikolaj Frost has hardly made any progress for a year and a half. You play at some party, maybe you have a wild night, then at ten o’clock the next morning you’re sat in front of your computer having to play the businessman. Those huge boils you got and all that… It just can’t go on like this.”

I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to object, but the words that had been uttered were still bouncing around my head in an endless echo.

“You know, René, I just have to know where I stand. Our baby is just on the point of getting bigger and we need you here. But if that’s the case, we need you to be at 120 percent, you know what I mean?”

“Yeah,” I muttered and looked meekly down at the floor.

His words were too disarming for me to even respond. What with 3000° Festival and the fabulous time with Coco, I’d almost forgotten what a serious crisis I’d been in before my holiday. Instinctively I put my hand to my head, where I could still feel a boil.

“René, you have a lot of talent and I believe in you. You can make it here in the company, you can make it as a DJ. But doing both at once – with this much going on – you’re simply not up to it. I need you to decide: our dream here – of our company – is it your dream too? Or is your other dream more important? That’s something I just have to know. Take your time, but two weeks from now at the latest, we need to have clarity on this. Either you show up with your laptop and say, “Business, here I am!” Or you come over and say, “100 percent music!” Whatever you decide, you have my full support. But follow through with it!”

As I set off home my head was still spinning with all kinds of stressful thoughts. Not in a long time had anyone given me such a talking to. At first I was annoyed with Daniel, but the more I thought about it, the more I could understand where he was coming from.

At home I sat in my room and listened to an old set of mine. All the events of recent years flashed through my mind: my first Fusion Festival – buying my own decks the very next day… my first gigs in my home town… how I used to go home at lunchtime during my civil service just to practise DJing for an hour… how my friend Melone persuaded me to come to Berlin to study audio engineering at the SAE – to learn how to produce my own tracks!

I spent the evening trawling through all my old sets and song sketches. With every second that passed it became clearer to me that I’d done everything up to now for one sole reason: I’d been pursuing a dream for a long time, and now it was slipping away. How could I have let it out of my sight?

When the last track played, I knew that I’d actually made up my mind years ago.

Suddenly full of joy I fell into bed and wrote a romantic – almost cheesy – text message to Coco. That night I dreamed a wonderful dream that led me through many countries around the world, and I woke up early in the morning feeling full of energy.

I wondered whether I should call Daniel, but I decided against it. I wanted to deliver this news personally.

Around 11 o’clock I was stood outside the office at Bersarinplatz, feeling in high spirits. I didn’t know for sure if he would be there, but there was no entry in the Google Calendar, so the chances were good.

I rang the bell and a moment later a voice answered the intercom.

“Hello?”

It was Daniel.

“Hello my friend! How’s it going? You gonna let me in?” I asked.

“Renéééée – that’s a surprise! Of course, come on in.”

The door latch clicked and I climbed the stairs with a spring in my step. When I was almost there I slowed my pace and soon I could see Daniel standing in the doorway in his slippers. He looked at me with a slightly confused but relaxed expression.

Before he could say anything, I stood right in front of him and said, with a care-free joy I had not felt in a long time:

“Music, Daniel… with all my heart, music.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

Cognition (Part I)

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It was with mixed feelings that I boarded the RE 4364 from Gesundbrunnen towards Rostock that Friday evening. In protest against the whole situation I decided not to buy a ticket. The train was packed like a tin of sardines anyway, and I knew that the conductors were generally too overweight to voluntarily squeeze through such a crowd.

Besides, what did I have to lose?

Of course, when I got off at Fürstenberg, Robert wasn’t there. I took it on the chin. I often used to think back to the time when I first met my friend Robert. It was hard to believe that this hot-tempered, surly individual had transformed into “Little Ghandi” in the space of a few years. If you try to imagine George W. Bush as a joint-toking hippie dude, that’s kind of how it was.

Robert tore into the station carpark at breakneck speed. He had the window of his VW Camper rolled down and was gently swaying to the off-beat of a reggae track.

“Eyyy!” he called out as he came to a halt next to me.

“Hello my friend! How’s it going?” I answered and jumped in.

At that moment I felt a little wave of euphoria and anticipation at the weekend ahead. The 3000° Festival was happening just down the road from my village for the first time. But the best part was that Robert had a tepee on the festival site and had even managed to get Majo and me onto the line-up as a DJ duo! How awesome was this!!

The 3000° collective has something of a legendary status where I come from. It’s become a permanent part of the cultural landscape. From my earliest DJ days I had collected the releases on Acker Records, whose mysterious names were always connected to villages in the local area and made me dream of one day releasing my own Feldberg EP. So playing at this festival now was like being personally invited by Jürgen Klopp for a game of football in Dortmund’s home stadium!

By the time we passed the sign saying we’d entered Feldberg all the negative thoughts from recent months had subsided and been replaced with a familiar nervous excitement that focused all my thoughts on the upcoming gig.

“The thrill is not gone,” I thought.

Feldberg was hardly recognisable: the pavements were filled with a colourful troupe of festival-goers, lending the village an unlikely air of merriment. Apparently someone had sent an army of gummy bears here to throw a wild party!

All the conditions were just right. Our playtime was set for Saturday night into Sunday morning. That meant we had over 24 hours to soak up the festival spirit.

A festival in your own village is bound to turn out great. Almost the whole population turns up. Like a cool version of a village fête! Everyone was there: Fachmann – or, as I like to call him, Snoop Dogg in white –, Buko aka the Checker, my sister, Robert’s sister and even my mum. Everyone wanted to check out Feldberg’s greatest spectacle since the World Waterskiing Championships. It’s a unique and beautiful feeling to see OAPs from the village strolling over the festival site, hand-in-hand and bopping their heads  to the music. It has its own special romance. That’s exactly what I want to be like at that age!

I danced all Friday night – first giddy with joy, later from the alcohol too. I can’t even remember what happened in detail, but I recall exactly how I felt! As fast as I was concerned it could have gone on forever.

Have you ever felt that magical sense of trance when you and 3000 other people leave behind the banality of everyday life and just party until the sun comes up? That electric atmosphere when the party reaches its absolute peak? When every single person around you could be your best friend? That moment when you completely let go and lose all sense of yesterday, today or tomorrow? When you’re dancing on a knife-edge, close to losing control, walking the fine line between awareness and oblivion? For me, that’s the greatest thing on earth!

And yet… there’s one thing that could have topped it: if only Coco had been there!

I’d met Coco a couple of weeks earlier at “Herrlich Tanzen” festival through Susi, Robert’s younger sister. From that moment I’d been thinking of her all the time. She was just constantly on my mind. And of course, I couldn’t summon up the courage to tell her! I mean, I’d always been a bit of a big mouth… but when it comes to feelings….jeez…. I was a real amateur.

So you’ll be all the more astounded to hear what happened on Saturday morning.

I opened my eyes and it felt like I’d taken a punch to the face from Bud Spencer. My limbs didn’t have the slightest inclination to move. At the same moment I noticed I didn’t appear to be alone! To my right there was a head-shaped lump beneath the covers. And I was naked!

Damn it! What had happened?

I decided to close my eyes again and instructed my brain to reconstruct the previous night.

But before my synapses had anything to report, I felt an unidentified object move beneath the covers, then a pair of lips on my own, followed by a sweet whisper of “Good morning.”

Suddenly the penny dropped.

“Coco,” I whispered.

I was as happy as a dog with two tails. I spent the best part of the day holed up with Coco in the tent. We had a lot to say to one another, though words were few and far between. It was the evening by the time we left our hideaway and, still locked tight to one another, went to join the festival crowd. She didn’t leave my side until it was time for the gig.

Our “Kiebelka & Frost” performance really put the icing on the cake. On a high from everything that had happened, I’d never had so much fun playing records. When I left the stage I tried to find Coco, but she was nowhere to be seen. None of my friends had any idea where she could be.

I felt a twinge of sadness. I mean, I was happy as well, but I feared that my time with Coco might slip away like a sweet summer night’s dream. So I made a promise to myself to call her on Monday. I made sure to get her number from Susi.

After that wild night I spent Sunday afternoon helping Robert to take down his tepee. Then we took advantage of the last few hours of 3000˚ Festival in my home village, danced our socks off again. Coco on my mind…

On Monday afternoon I found myself in Robert’s holiday apartment. My mobile ring tone woke me from my slumber. “Coco,” I saw on the display. I took a quick breath and picked up.

“Heey! I was about to call you as well!” I said.

“You’ve got the rest of the week off as well, right? Feel like going on an adventure?” said the seductive voice on the other end of the line.

Are you kidding? Of course I felt like an adventure!

“Absolutely! What do you have in mind?” I asked.

“It’ll be a surprise!”

Not even half an hour later she was standing at Robert’s door.

“Did you pack your things?” she enquired.

“No, how come?”

“You’re going to need them,” she replied with an irresistible twinkle in her eye.

15 minutes later we got in her car and set off. I didn’t have the faintest idea where this journey would take me.

TO BE CONTINUED… 

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