t f u m y r

Let’s start.

No more ranting.

No more uniforms. No more fake industrial vs. real industrial. No more stories about this year’s glorious moments. It’s time for a new adventure, and it started last month when my friend Phil came over for a midnight visit.

We talked about Straftanz, about our firm conviction that the party happens on the dancefloor, not on stage, and about what this means for us. This led to a series of crucial events, which kick-started our work on the third Straftanz album last night.

An internship to change the world.

It’s all about the people who come out, whether passively to watch and comment, or to fuck things up and to create legends. The artist might be the pretext for a gathering, but shouldn’t be its focus. In recent years we have been eager to promote this sort of thinking: to remove the glass wall between the two. To better this relationship. To stop talking in press releases and info texts. When the crowd at Resistanz 2011 weren’t sure if we’d played a gig there or not, we knew we were on the right track. But how could we escalate this idea beyond house visits? What would be the next step? Phil’s answer was intriguing: “Get a complete stranger to intern with your band. Not from another project. Someone random. Don’t just go out. Let someone in.” So we gave it a go. The response was surprising.

If we can’t change the world as a whole, why not change the world for one person? Why not change the whole situation for us? Why talk about how it’s done when it can just be done? Why not start right now?

168 hours.

I decided swiftly. Her name is Charlotte, and she could be a protagonist of an old Gibson short story about a future that was surprisingly delivered today. A techno anarchist, lowlife/hightech from the streets of Berlin. With a heart of chaos, we expect the unexpected. She will arrive at headquarters on Monday.