Tiger&Woods & tower & fruits

I read Fluon at work instead of composing offers. I laughed so hard.

This week end was packed full of great events and nights. It all started on Friday with a birthday. Three guys were celebrating their birthdays in a tower in the center of Tallinn. I had never visited it before as it's  usually used for conferences.

Flipping off

The DJs were from mostly from the Jack night and the music of the night was techno. There was also an appearance by a rising rapper Tommi €a$h (Cash) . His style was something between Cypress Hill and Die Antwoord.

Tommi €a$h with lazers

"Hip hip hop hop don't don't stop stop, say it so much, my eyes gonna pop pop." There were a lot of people from the Robotaanika park scene reminding of the epic festival.

Riding home

At 4:30 me and Tõnis left for the afterparty. I still don't know what was being celebrated. It had something to do with (break)dancing. There was tons of catering food and prosecco left when we got there. We had to convince the old lady on the door to let us in. She finally let us in when we told her we're here to take the organizer with us and we'll only be there for 10 minutes.

Afterparty with the last men standing.

We stayed for an hour and a half as Tõnis followed his instincts and started mixing music. It was light outside when we biked towards home at 6 am.

View of Tallinn on Saturday.

Half of Saturday was lost because of Friday. But there was a Red Bull Music Academy night with Tiger&Woods playing. I had listened to a mix of theirs before and I feared the night would be too calm to keep me up. However when Tiger&Woods got on the stage their set was very much robot rock with groovy tech-rhythms.

Tiger&Woods - most electronic lives look like Apple demos.

The place wasn't packed as tight as last time with Dj Zinc. However bros and babes still had to rub themselves against bodies around them and back themselves into me and act surprised that I'm there. I was too sober for that much bodily contact. Tiger&Woods' set was super-consistent. During the one and a half hour they didn't include a break and just kept going from track to track keeping the tempo and feel the same. Half of the audience had tired themselves out before the end. RBMA parties are always well organized and the lightning was the best I've seen in Sinilind and I'm waiting for their next club night.

Girls love fruits and vegetables.

Because of popular demand I'm also including last weekend's Tatari Castle's photos. The theme of the party was vegetables and everyone was encouraged to bring a vegetable or fruit to the party and to get intimate with those. There were also DJs and loads of balloons.

Do the D.A.N.C.E. - 12345!

Ricard what else.

A perfect couple - rhubarb and pineapple.

See you soon,
Barthol

Burnt house rave

The last track was too youthful

Hello ghetto by Jarmo the Gifmeister

 There was a special party called "Kuri Karjas" in the center of Tallinn. It took place in a burned house. Just a cross the street from a mainstream club. The event took place on a Wednesday night at around midnight. Everything was charred, there were walls missing and holes in the ground.

Friendly faces everywhere

One of the rooms looked like a meth rape commercial with a single mattress in the middle of it and no lights on. There were also fire extinguishers spread around the windowpanes and next to the stages and heaters.

The "meth rape room"

One of the guys who had no respect for the fire safety was Dj Fabrique. In the heat of the night he played his new mash up of 212 and Firestarter. His set included new ghetto electronics from around Europe.

Dj Fabrique dropping Bass

His bass was so hard that the speakers cable kept getting loose. All of this "reminded" me of old raves where you had to call someone or some number in order to find out where the rave was going to be that night.

Bar and the power.

Hanging at the bar

There were quite some scenesters present as well and I'm a bit surprised the night wasn't mentioned in other media afterwards. Strangely enough I think it was sponsored by a new drink. What better/worse place to endorse your new drink.

Kiwa

The first dancers

Then again maybe the cutouts were there to add to the crowd of the house. I left somewhat early and didn't see the biggest crowd, but the atmosphere was potent when I was there, or maybe it was just the mixture fog and smoke.

There's never a place for the plates

There were also incountable birthdays happening during last weekends. Things went down and  photos were taken. Here's a peek for you.

The simplest punch I've ever had.

I have been missing for some time from the interwebs as I have been completing my new record. Also we spent a weekend with my good Swiss friend, shooting a music video for one of the coming tracks. I can't promise anything else then I will not hog it once I get it.

Shooting the video at my studio.

I will write about the process of making it once it's close to done. Meanwhile swing by soundcloud and get some of my tracks or invite Fluon to your event.

See you soon
Barthol

Raving with the cops

your blog is not about Estonian Nightlife, it's about young open creative people having crazy fun time - which is a lot better!!

This was one killer weekend. The type of "killer", that takes two days to bounce back from. All this bang from two parties on two nights. Listen to my remix of Princess Superstar - Perfect while you read on.

Dj SS Fabrique being a pimp with his brandy flask.

On Friday I went to celebrate the birthday of Kalvik - house master of Rakvere. It took place in Snakehouse like the Hotel Salvador party last time. I really like that venue, it has a good layout and an easygoing crowd. There was also a band rehearsing behind the wall.

Birthday boy Kalvik with an affezionato.

Everything started (and for some ended) with a big white bucket of punch. I had seen the ingredients before they mixed it together, but from the taste you couldn't tell it kicked like a mule.

Punch waiting for the victims.

People showed up, some wearing the suggested sunglasses, had the punch and some cake. At first they just kind of stood around and talked about stuff, but as the punch settled in some of them went wild on the dancefloor.

The other birthday boy.

At first the Djs started playing house, but I heard Fabrique had dropped some serious stuff later in the night. I went around looking to capture any of the action for all of you. Not everything fit into this post, but you can imagine what went on.

Special points for style to these two.

On Saturday we went to a rave at an artists' squat. The buildings an old dormitory, but the last floor has been taken over by some people.

The secret location that you had to call for to find it lit with a single candle.

The rave was to celebrate two people moving abroad and a birthday of a third individual. It's one of the wildest parties I've visited lately.

The doorman inviting me in.

The place itself was really intriguing. Just rooms and rooms and rooms next to each other. Some were full of people smoking, one of those hid a second stage.

The second stage with girls dancing.

There was an occasional couple kissing in the built-in closets and people with bottles everywhere. And another room where people where staring at closets, imagining monsters crawling out.

Some people love playing all red.

Apparently at some point three thugs came to the party and went around offering cocaine to people. I can't confirm that rumor, but I did have some Pisang with champagne. It was slightly better than the rum with beer I had at Von Krahl.

Girls do this when they want to make your neck hurt.

At some points the cops arrived and wanted to bust the party. The hotel two stories down had called them because of the noise that kept their guests up.

The secret bar.

The cool thing was that as this was a squat, technically no one was the host of the party and they couldn't fine any one. This was enough of a mind fuck for the cops so they left it at that and went away.

Who invited the party-poopers?

We continued raving and probably the "levels-to-the-red" Dj went back on, so the cops came back for another time. They threatened to get all of us into a bus and take us on a field trip.

Write everything down so you don't forget in the morning.

One of the hosts stepped up and got the police to leave so we could go on. I managed to find a guy who was giving vodka shots from a bottle at the dance floor of the other stage.

Girls who like boys who like boys who dig girls who like boys...

It was the last time to have a dance as it was already around 4 am and people were either leaving or passing out.

Coming or going, in or out.

I made it back to my place at around 7, but managed to fall on my ass for the first time this winter. Might have been that the party's epicness had gotten me weak at knees.

Never give up (drinking)!

See you soon!
Barthol

Birthing days

I feel being transported back to the 90s

For the last months I've been working on making my first CD. It's a 90s influenced Ep called CitYearning and it should be done soon. As inspiration I took UK and Estonian bootleg CDs of the 90s. The tracks are inspired by (living in) the city and the different lives and experiences. Not to leave you hanging without insight into the nightlife. Here are photos from a wild birthday party somewhere in Tallinn.

A sandwich doesn't come easy.

Hold on!

How to dance to dubstep.

The drinks and food.

Praying to the altar of One Direction.

Taking a photo of taking a photo.

She was worse as a foot model.

Cooking with Mona.

The tattoo.

Best face.

Every party needs fuel, why not super garlic.

Let me know what you think about the new banner in the comments. Should there be a photo of me or something? Should it have more colors?
See you soon!
Barthol

In and out of 2 Saturdays.

was a blast

This Saturday it was time for my birthday bash. Celebrating quarter a century of adventures. I invited over 70 people to take part. We prepared my studio for the occasion with extra lightning. The guests later said that it felt like being in a womb.

Mixing the punch, different techniques. Photo: K.Maasik

There was also a food installation made out of action-painted sandwiches and killer punch to go with it. The key to every punch is that it shouldn't taste like it's strong but it should be just that.

The beginning. Photo: K. Maasik

The first patch of punch tasted like watered down juice, but a cup later I was tipsy. Some of my blurriest birthday memories are from times when I've been sitting next to the punch bowl or bucket for too long.

Never heard people discuss sandwiches for so long before.

One time it was even in a wheelbarrow and I had to bike to work after that. Luckily I worked as a bartender at a nightclub so it was no biggie. It did take me 2 hours before I was sober again though.

Some where dancing, others were lounging.

This time I wasn't the one to black out although I still can't believe how fast 7 hours of partying can disappear. For the first time I played tracks off of my coming EP CitYearning, mixing them with old tracks from around 5 years ago.

And later most of the people were dancing.

People started dancing in the middle of the room and on the mattress. It don't think I've ever played a live that drunk, because I went to get another cup of punch and then completely forgot I was in the middle of my set. Dj Fabrique took over and the dancing continued.

Rock your socks!

As an apparent tradition there were also wieners to cook when the night was peaking. I heard that a big part of the wieners had been flung out of the open window.

The main room got packed full.

Another thing I didn't witness myself was when a new patch of punch was made. As we had around 10 bottles of sparkling wine and some vodka, no juice, no beer or long drink so I guess that it was quite potent.

The night close to 3am.

A big thanks to everyone who came and made this the best birthday party I've had in last 10 years or so. I have to also thank the neighbors and flatmates. The first didn't mind that the music was blasting with max volume from midnight to 3am and the latter just left to let us have the party.

The last present I got, was in the morning. Photo: K.Maasik

The Saturday before my birthday we went to check out Hotel Salvador. I have known Tõnis who runs the Salvador series for six-seven years already. The way he experiments with social media is inspiring. For example he used to give out awards to Estonian blogs.

You got to know how to survive in the windy city.

 This time the Hotel Salvador event was a closed invite-only event with close friends and scenesters invited. This is probably why the event had such a laid-back fun feel to it. Half of the people there I already knew and had partied with before.

It wasn't the easiest hotel to find.

As the doors opened for everyone at 1 am there were also people I didn't know arriving. At that time as I was starving we went by Baltijaam to get a classical tšeburek and some mushroom pancakes.

Sander Mölder playing his set at Hotel Salvador

The weather had been stormy all night long and I'm not sure how many people didn't make it because they got lost on the way. Having some brandy with us helped against the raging wind.

Bartender why you no give Me a drink!?

Hotel Salvador was a great first event and I'm excited to see what will happen next time there. The pool party is this weekend in Tartu so I might go by there.

See you soon!
Barthol