COVID19 is a shitshow. So is cancer

My dad has cancer. Leukemia. A couple of years ago they would have given him chemo and hoped for the best. But that’s not what happened. He got a targeted therapy that entered the market only 6 months before he was diagnosed. His blood levels are back to normal and while we know there is no cure, we are confident that he will die with cancer. Not from it.

How is this possible? It is due to amazing people that help pushing the boundaries of what is possible and they are right in our middle. Last week I interviewed Simon the Scientist and he gave us a glimpse how advances in immunology and systems biology gives us better perspectives for treatment.

This Wednesday I will interview Mark Haigh. Mark is bringing in support from a different angle of attack: He organizes funding with his charity BEAT:CANCER, where he raises money by organizing alternative and hard dance events. Also he is proud owner of at least one incredibly ugly bra that sold him at least n+1 raffle tickets.

So if you like to learn how Mark helps researchers to get closer to the next breakthrough, how I once gave him a concussion with my dick and how we pay for my dad’s treatment please tune in on

Wednesday, 2000CEST, 7PM Island Time.

The global uprising of the uncool.
Expect a rollercoaster.

ISOLATION RAVE 666. Crossing the abyss.

Promotional Pricture for Isolation Rave 6

Hi. We’re at it again. All day we carefully evaluated hundreds of the finest outrun, dance and rave tracks, but our vetting process is challenging even for the best. Only the raviest, gloomiest, most outrageous are carefully butt selected and crafted to a perfect record crate. Closer to the wood, closer to nature, closer to the world’s living breath we carve the perfect sound to push every heartbeat to an exquisite experience.

We deliver the perfect ambience to get drunk at home. Alone.


ISOLATION RAVE 666. Crossing the abyss. Ah, come on, that’s too much. Better idea? No. Perfect is the enemy of done.

25.04.2020 2000CEST 7PM Island Time

Some more words on people trying to be cool.

OK. Imagine this: My friend Sami tells everyone about my very uncool event tomorrow and then people tell him he’s shitting on me. (Actually he now finds it funny to send me pictures of turds because of that.)

Some people still have too much cool in their bloodstream that was relentlessly pushed onto them. Let’s not blame. Let’s explain.

I really think being cool sucks. Trying to be cool is, in about 93% of cases, the fig leaf behind which people hide that they are actually just giving in to peer pressure or “tradition”. Cool people don’t care for you, they are busy caring for not being perceived as weak or weird or vulnerable. I perceive being cool about something as showing off to be untouched by it. Like: I’m not freaking out about COVID, I’m not 80. I’m not freaking out about AIDS, it’s what the gays do. – But you know, the people that I love, that someone loves, they are 80, gay, survived cancer, work minimum wage. Like: I don’t need to dance naked, I’m cool with my needlessly boring existence where I devour myself in jealousy over those who do. Over those that have a selfie-stick and dare to use it. Over those that do something goddamn weird or hard or tedious or even ridiculous because it is something they genuinely enjoy.

I never fell in love with anyone cool.

That’s why I choose uncool people to hang out with. And logically I wouldn’t present anyone cool on an interview show. People that give shit or take no shit. Or at least have the indecency to send me pictures of turds.

Tomorrow, 7pm island time, 2000CEST
The global uprising of the uncool.
Guest: Simon Mitchell, Leading Scientist in a thing I have no clue about.

The global uprising of the uncool.

Hi. As mentioned before I’ll start a new broadcast: “The global uprising of the uncool.” First show is on Wednesday, 22.04. 2000CEST, 7pm Island Time.

In this show I will interview people I met in clubs, after shows and at isolation rave that do clearly more interesting things than dancing on a stage. Our community is vibrant, interesting and goddamn clever and I want to use this opportunity to put a spotlight on that. A spotlight on you.

My first guest is Simon Mitchell, computational systems biologist. Simon is a scientist, researcher and teacher and counts more citations of his papers than I count retweets.

We’ll talk about reckless partying, scientific journalism and medicine. Roughly.

Event follows. Please tell everyone.

See you on
Wednesday, 22.04. 2000CEST, 7pm Island Time.

This is an Update. Important one.

  2. The global uprising of the uncool
  1. Let’s start with the obvious: Isolation Rave 5 PENTARAVE is on. Saturday, 2000CEST, 7pm Island Time. We do the usual. But this time we do it the 5th time. We’re out of vermouth, so I guess the drinks are getting sweeter.
  2. “The global uprising of the uncool” is a new streaming show that I will start soonish on the same channel. It’ll be an interview show where I’ll interview one isolation raver in each installation. More details very soon. The first five guests are set already and am happy to present beautiful and very uncool set of guests from the categories: Social responsibilty, Science, Technology, Literature and Things I am afraid to do.

Watch this space, more info soon!

Let’s reverse the spotlight.

Hi. I feel like we are not talking enough. You and me. I mean all of you. I could of course do this personally, however then I know about the cool stuff you do, but all the others don’t.

Imagine this: I know that someone who came to our stream or to a club we frequent does rocket science, or can be booked to be put on fire, or runs a charity, or does social work. So we all talk about it on livestream, and marvel at what a brilliant bunch you are.

Would you watch this?

We are your friends.

Isolation Rave 4: We are your friends

So this is crisis. Some of us already faced tragic loss and still, it is not like WW1 and nothing like the movies. Turns out we can’t send in some big dude with bigger guns to shoot the problem. We are so aware that insurrection or any fascist wet dream of civil war is totally useless, we do not even consider it. Suddenly people that hardly ever pose as lead characters in our stories are the underpaid and exploited heroes. Most of them women. Women, those people that of course originally existed to be rescued by aforementioned dude with the bigger guns. Those are at the front line. Or at the last line of defense. In the trenches.

Think about that. In crisis the common way to describe essential work uses metaphors from WW1, no matter how useless. Caring for someone, leaving more space to others, in metaphors that smell of blood and gun grease, as beacons for the broken narratives of a global death cult.

And on top of all that Resistanz was postponed.

In this cancelled year of our Lord 2020, I got in touch again with people I thought lost, with things I unlearned, and I am sure I am not alone in this. And that’s the point: not being alone. In isolation we touch base with our communities and start doing more of what we should have been doing all the time. – Stop losing ourselves in the war metaphors of a global death cult and rather celbrate these idiots we trust to get wasted with and those that care, those that make sure we have some space to breathe.

We are your friends.

Join us for the celebrations.

Saturday, 11.04.2020, 2000CEST 1900BST 1800GMT etc

Hotel Rooms, Acid and Brass.

Isolation Rave 3: Woodwinds of Jericho

When I once met Glen Matlock, Bass player of the Sex Pistols, in a Pub, I asked him whether he ever crowdsurfed a hotel room. After some discussion what exactly my question means I showed him a video from a Hotel room of mine. He watched it twice and than told me that the Sex Pistols were at all times able to afford own Hotelrooms for each of the Band’s Members. In this moment I understood, that Punk Rock was never as secular, as out of bounds, as classless as it was trying to convey. Behind its facade it was still the same burgeois simulation of freedom, this time camouflaged by some edgy looking dudes.

It seems to me that truly grassroot, communal, anti-classist art is only found in places where the means of production of that art are secularized to a point where everyone can join in and where these forms of art are part of the communal culture. Jeremy Deller understood that before me. – I think Jeremy found this quality in Brass bands and in Acid House, “two authentic forms of folk art rooted in specific communities” and he brought these two together in form of Acid Brass.

Since you and me and all the others reading this are part of a community quite similar to this, I find it fitting to honor this anti-classist notion by playing some minutes of brass music on my live stream.

Join me on Saturday, 04.04.2020 2000h CET (1900h GMT) on

It sucks.

Ok people. It sucks. Seriously. My social contacts since Faderhead left last week were:

  1. Jannis to hand him a weird holographic bag at his doorstep.
  2. The dude that sold me packs or ramen noodles.

Isolation is bad for me and I’m shit at being alone. Wednesday evening I was fuck done with everything and Thursday I was scatterbrained and unmotivated at (tele)work. The fact that I can’t even hang with my lover until this is all over makes me feel like putting the risk groups in a giant mixer and lick escalators, but this seems impolite and such.

So I feel like doing nothing at all, because everything is shit anyway, but guess what:

If I decide to do nothing, there is a 100% chance I will stay exactly as miserable as before.

So: I set up a twitch channel and so I will get myself intoxicated on twitch and learn about kopyright regulations. This time alone, for stupid reasons. Which is sad.

Which is why I again need to ask you for your support:

Since I’m alone I will integrate a zoom meeting into the stream. I need volunteers with apocalyptic outfits and awesome dance moves or at least a drink. Absolutely no toilet paper.

More in the evening,

-jl, straftanz.zk


Sami and JL dancing uncool.

Hi. I don’t like people trying to be cool.

Being cool is about being unaffected, even untouchable. Yeah, it’s cool when shit can’t touch you, but guess what: most of the time it can, and then when you’re trying to be cool about it, you are just playing pretend. But then again, not trying to play this game, being touchable, vulnerable, giving a fuck on stuff, comes with risks. When you actually act like you realize that you and others in fact are vulnerable, you may feel the urge of taking action. And when you take action you might be wrong and make a fool of yourself. And even when you don’t, you are actually signaling that you are vulnerable to those cool kids that believe, there is actually someone who isn’t.

I don’t like people trying to be cool and I am not one of the cool kids. And the simplest exercise in not being cool is to be ridiculous. Once you exercise being ridiculous, it becomes easier to actually give a shit, to take the risk, to accept that you and others are vulnerable, but also that pretending you are not doesn’t help. Instead of pretending you will seek action, seek action more often, seek change, not just for you, but for others and the world you live in. And when you’re wrong you will know, in contrast to the cool kids, you did more than zero to protect what’s vulnerable.

Saturday evening I will conduct a little exercise in not being cool by being ridiculous. The current crisis dictates it and I want you to join.

Saturday night we will start our video stream on Facebook live, right here. Take care, take care of the others, especially those vulnerable and never be afraid to be ridiculous when trying your best. Stay safe, don’t be cool and join us:

Isolation Rave 1 21.03.2020. 2000CET.

jl, straftanz.zk