It was just before Viertel Nach Handgelenk was published when I met Pippin for the first time in a mansion above the lake of Constance. We used to call it G7, since the owner had a G in his name as did the street, and it had a gate with the lucky number seven on it. You could say we had a business relation since we both worked for the SZ – the Schwäbische Zeitung for some time, not simultaneously but through the same coincidences and conjunctions that brought us together again in a hotel room during Distortion in Copenhagen around June 2009. And also, a year before that, in an apartment of a sincere cosmopolitan and common friend. We were part of a scheme, planed out by Leander Gussmann, our very good friend in common, who used to work for Distortion. He flew us in for those five distorted days and nights as acquired ‘Media Service’ or whatever you want to call a bunch of ecstatic amateurs back then. The year before that, we arrived in Copenhagen as ‘artists’ or gentrificators for some suburban dreams outside Ørestad. Within no time and without any proper material, Pippin worked day and night without sleep. He created a catwalk called ’15 seconds of fame’ out of wooden boards, sensors and light bulbs, that were activated if anybody walked over it. In both years we had a ball, diving from submarines and the MS Stubnitz to Shakespearian castles and trees and after parties or 5 minute raves on lifting bridges and over and over again until the very moment where Distortion was over and we had to ride our bikes back to the hotel, Pippin sleeping like a child in the bike stroller after being awake and active for most of the 24 hours, times four. While we waited for the metro, an elf with bow and arrows waited with us. She was on her way to a Live Action Role Play Day in the woods, while we only wanted to was rest after all the excitement. Now we’re here, another year, another scheme and I’m looking more than forward to see what he’s up to nowadays and for these 60 days.
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