Royale wi' Cheese....

Last night I went to the Mudd Club, an underground (literally - like many Berlin clubs, it's in a cellar) club in Mitte. Take a right at the tacky American Happy Days-style diner at the corner and you're there. It's a tiny club and last night The Tarantinos were playing. They're a group from London who cover songs from, you guessed it, Quentin Tarantino movies. (QT has a blog too, but I'm guessing his gets more traffic). It took a while for everyone to warm up, but after a few drinks no one shied away from twisting to Jack Rabbit Slims - or was it Chuck Berry - or Little Green Bag. They didn't foget the well-worn but loved dialogue, either ("If yoou fucking pigs moooove - Aahm gonna execute every muthuh-fuckin' last one-a-ya!") Ah, the memories. It's already about 10 years since Pulp Fiction came out and I had to try three times to get into a cinema to see it...it was R18 and I was 17 but looked about 15, with no fake ID yet to speak of (that came a bit later).
The sax player knew a bit of corny German and didn't shirk from trying it out on the crowd, to encouraging applause. "Ich habe einen kleinen Schwanz - what does that mean?" Well, as long as he knows the basics.