Young Gods, Old Acquaintances and a Lot of Beautiful Avenue B Memories

Norbert Möslang at the Swiss Institute in New York

Sometimes this city is all it promises. A spring weekend which combines art, sports, entertainment, good food, great stories and amazing live music, shared with people we like. Sounds cheesy, but it wasn't. It started out Thursday with the second night of the Music Festival at the Swiss Institute curated by Georg Gatsas, whom I wrote about for Tagblatt here.
After an early soccer game which Fa and me lost to the Mexicans, we ventured to Broom and Broadway to see Norbert Möslang with his light-triggered soundscapes, which went really well with smoking out the window of the SI and talking to Young Gods singer Franz Treichler, who took digital nightshots of yellow cabs. Next up were Dalek, who transformed the gallery into a rhythm drenched and smoky thieves den. At least thats what it musta looked have like to the cops who came busting the place, shining the flashlight into the innocent art crowd at the SI. They took director Gianni Jetzer with them for good measure, but it took gianni about a block to charm his way out of the handcuffs and back into the safe haven of the art institute.

The Queen of the Theremin at the Box: D.C.

But not enough action for the night. We went over to the Box on Christie's where the Queen of the Theremin was announced by the creative new vaudevilleans around Serge Becker. And, alas, we guessed right the QoT turned out to be the one we'd have voted for, the one and only Dorit Chrysler. Let me also say that the Box has the best club music at the moment in NYC.

The Young Gods acoustic show at the SI.

Back to work on Friday first, but with another big night looming, where it all would come together again: The Young Gods from Geneva, swiss prime musical export, with New York experience, bringing it all home at the Swiss Institute with an acoustic show that effortlessly went from Folk to Industrial, from Doors to Cure, from Eighties to 2007. And as if that wasn't enough we all went to Dorits place where the truly biggest New York private party in years convened the hip young European art crowd with Möslang, the Young Gods, NY alternative stars like Larry Seven, Foetus, Joe McGinty and probably another 25 bands you will soon hear about on this blog. Biggest thanx and kudos go out to Dorit and Jesper, the perfect hosts, Franz and Norbert for being real and to Fa for being the last to go home.
You will understand that the next two days were dedicated solely to soccer and good food, love and understanding. As shwon examplary by Anitas dinner party for Morex Optimo and selected members of Room, where Pierre again proved to be a unique storyteller (more about my nightmare soon) and Bernd showed us the simple beauty of scientific argumentation. Too bad we missed Morex Optimo at the Trash Bar on Saturday, but Im sure Anita is gonna tell you all about that here soon!