When referred to as the one who has given Berlin its quirky sound, peculiar attitude, unorthodox spirit and much of its vitality (otherwise getting mechanical to the beat of techno marches), it's always with good reason and hardly an exaggeration. It's the kind of assessment that feeds back revealing the referrer as either a deep insider, bystander in the real know, or an exceptionally sensible and discerning onlooker at the entrance.
Other types, the pedestrians, may see Lotti
– nervously creaking by on his squeaking bike from the repair shop to Kater Blau
, his home since its earliest incarnation as Bar25
two lifespans ago, typically late for a gig at Kiosk
, his living room – as some dude from around the block.
Their view is not entirely unjustified, however, and inaccurate – in Berlin with its egalitarian music and club culture expressly defining and asserting itself in opposition to stardom with all its glitz, hyper-hype, posturing and faceless narcissism. The counter strategy here is self-deprecation, which often requires a special extra talent and vast sense of humor; demands and ultimately signifies the excessive strength of character, overflowing self-confidence, as one intentionally creates the symbolic and quite practical obstacles on the way to his/her own renown and success. High art of becoming: You overcome yourself.
Just as many artists of cultural relevance and separate existence in Berlin, Lotti is a hero
, not a celebrity
. You don't emit much starlight calling yourself The Sorry Entertainer
and releasing your gems on imprints with the names as unassuming
. You sell way better as Ms. Magic sharing the spitlight with Mr. Fabulous.
But playing tennis with the net down is not Lotti's game.
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