i was standing at the small train station in oberhausen, blowing smoke in the dark night, hearing stories about being on parole from by-standing jerks. when micha and kai arrived it was easy to find the way to megarave. gabbers is wearin uniforms in ruhrpott , we just had to join the army. micha was still psyched by having a new born son with a girl he harldy knows.

we didnt even try to get into the backstage area at turbinenhallen and kept dancing and drinkin instead. the scenery didnt look different than the ones at all the other gabber partys in that place. like a dark station concourse, packed with loaded skinheads, with three or four hardcore areas attached. getting drunk was heard because they sold miniature wodkas for big ass prices. nobody was there to drink anyways.

the djs was rockin, the darkraver did his thing, we talked after his set and i left him a schakkerhart promo cd with the tracks you find on the left. with their traditional live show, consisting of to blade-like MCs and two big titted strippers, rotterdam terror corps were the main act. a moshpit was starting in front of us, highlighted by a suit-wearing bouncer who was obviously overcharged by the situation. he tried so hard to look mean that his face turned to a disgusting caricature. nervously tryin to stare down everybody at the same time, somebody bounced into him, so he tried to end the riot of hald naked hools kickin each other across the dancefloor. i stepped on something, looking down i found michas hand under my air max.

[all pics of rotterdam terror corps @ megarave oberhausen 2008 ]