in the atelier

Suddenly i found myself in something that was labelled as a "jam session". But imagine no poshy jazz-club with sax players in funny hats acting like Kenny Garrett. It was not advertised, it wasn’t on the net or on the streets. You just knew it.
It was in a small and dark room under the Atelier, somewhere in Kreuzberg, which under normal circumstances might have been considered too small for even one band to play - now we had at least a dozen people who were desperately trying to create some noise from the objects closest to them, and a lot more who were just there to dance, to enjoy, to listen, to be there. Drums, guitars, percussion, microphones - I found myself pushed into the corner, and grabbed the instrument that laid there - a little casio keyboard, you know which i mean, from the eighties. Of course you know, you even remember the demo song, i'm sure! :) I started to play, though i wasn’t sure if it could actually be heard in this amalgam of sounds. Sometimes i felt i can hear myself, sometimes not at all - maybe my attention was also wondering.
For an outside viewer it wouldn't have been easy to separate the musicians from the dancing mass of people. But this was the kind of intimate situation, when there is no 'outside'. You can’t just observe. Once you see it, you're in, you're in this vibrating mass of human body parts and sounds.
Time started to slow down, or at least the perception of it, a sudden glance from a stranger lasts for almost eternity, it’s the glance of a friend, a friend in awe, a friend you’ve never seen before, and one you’ll never see again. That moment is over finally, but another one starts, maybe even slower, or longer. Someone spoke to me, you can hardly hear each other in this loudness and i answer, not with words, because it would be too difficult to think of words and language - i’m not sure about the language actually, this is normal in Berlin - so i answered with a smile, the universal communication device. It seemed that this answer satisfied the questioner, and slowly this moment passed as the previous one did.
It seemed that the tune we were playing will never end. It just took curves and turns and changed from one mood to another from an aggressive beating to eerie chill sounds, we were wandering through the whole emotional spectrum. It just never stopped. When it came close to fading out, someone stepped forward with a renewed burst of energy, and we were on another exciting journey into the sonic universe. How i came home, still remains a mystery.