The legacy that precedes Berghain, began in the dislocation of the 90s after the Wall gave way to the proclaimed ‘zero hour’ of opportunity
where abandoned buildings of the East became living squats, music warehouses, and eventually, contemporary clubs.
“We didn’t want to be too far away from West Berlin, because there were no telephones in the East and we wanted to be close to a telephone cell.
So we ended up finding a place in the Friedrichshain neighborhood.” said Tobias Rapp, who was interested in the music culture early on
and became a pop culture editor for two national newspapers, followed by authoring a book on the topic of techno trending.
With vacancies and sudden freedom, experimentation and escapism beget creativity, and locally sprouted party cultures,
started to define their own lack of boundaries”.
Rarely giving interviews, perhaps in light of letting the music experience speak for itself,
Berghain’s founders are Michael Teufele and Norbert Thormann. The names tell little of the men behind the club curtain,
and descriptions merely hint at a cheerful and tattooed Michael with former fashion photographer Norbert Thormann, as his bookish business partner.
The most of whats divulged lies in their well achieved intention to create a club as a work of art.
And everything from the notoriously scrutinizing door policy to the endless weekend Bacchanal inside, sells like a signature,
that keeps pulling in the masses.

Back to the formulative years of 1998: a sex club under the name of lab.oratory, acted on an offer to expand their space, and Michael and Norbert founded a club called Ostgut,
on Stralauer Allee, in the empty shipping warehouse of the Ostgüterbahnhof train station.

No advertising and no entrance street lamps.
“Hard to find the venue… I remember having spent more than one hour in a club thinking it was Ostgut. I found out it was Casino and that Ostgut was a 100 meters further,”
a former partygoer lamented. The acoustic experience of Ostgut was hypnotic and dark; industrial techno much to the flavor of Berghain, played by Resident DJs,
also being one of the first clubs in Berlin to offer such. The sexually liberal crowd was local, predominantly male and gay;
revealing an open-minded nature that eventually appealed to many beyond the demographic.
Where Tresor had swayed to the hetero clubber crowd, Ostgut’s dance floor became the place to be yourself.
A place safe for experimentation, where one could encounter the unlikely interactions between bankers and dealers alike.
Local DJ, Sacha Robotti remembers his “best parties in Berlin at Ostgut”, going “there with a full Adidas tracksuit and my dancing shoes…
a lot of nudity… people just there for the music (and the sex)…”
“…It was an unwritten rule; you have to hide it because it’s such a treasure…”
the secret of the formula, probably found itself, but Michael tought me to "never-ever be judgemental"
an approach I tried in vain to implement in my hometown at "Maandag WASDAG"

Lab-oratory scatparty that is held in in the cellar of the even more legendary and mega Berghain club in Berlin

As I could not film in the club, I organised 2 home-parties ( an east- and a west one) the days before and after the Lab-oratory party,
with a bunch of exhibitionist guys. Finally the videos I shot there can to be shared.
You can click on the 3 eager visitors below to endulge and wallow in scat: It will get you to the mp4 download page,
but remember, this vid is behind the Delftboys Queerart Masterclass password.

It was one of my first videos edited on my new laptop with new software: I's kept as originally compiled,
with even the music intact, but I did not get one thing right:
Setting the video format to the now historic 3 x 4 aspect ratio did not work,
so everything is pulled a bit more widescreen.

If I've done all other restore- and uploads, I may find time to correct this.
for now I suggest looking at it somewhat at an angle.

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