I take a little bit of time off of my paid holidays (that’s such a new and welcome concept) to look back on the last few years of my Munich adventure. In a way, I think my journey reflects a reality that is bigger than myself – for example, the number of Clubs in Munich got cut in half in the last five years. In the same time frame, my excitement at discovering great artists working together in a vibrant scene (once penned the city of hard choices by yours truly) turned into delusion and apathy. And I had been warned about it from Day 1 by the artists of the Munich subculture.
This learning process, which makes me now say back “Yes, you’ve been right all along,” helped me really understand why the different constellations of the Munich Scene work the way they do and somehow I became one of its members, instead of one of its curators.
This is why in the following few pages, I write about the personal (Part 1 : From fanaticism to apathy), I jump to the community (Part 2: The Munich Underground Sound in the last decade), to politics (Part 3: Autopsy of a City™).
I don’t take it personal if you don’t read everything, I know I wouldn’t.
