What are the chances to meet half of The Bats in Hamburg? What if that half is also one half of Minisnap? Do the chances get thinner if you are DJing in a small bar a couple of blocks away from the Reeperbahn, the red light district? Bear in mind, The Bats live in far away Christchurch, New Zealand. I live in Miami. Right, the probabilities are almost down to zero.

I met Kaye and Paul on a chilly Wednesday Hamburger night. I have just finished my set and I headed to the farthest room. I left the decks on good hands: Peter from Coast is Clear. And while I was walking where my friends were, Jens popped up. “I want you to meet someone”. And I see these two familiar faces having a beer. It was Kaye Woodward and Paul Kean! Two of my heroes! The kiwi-pop legends, the Flying Nun blueprints, the ones that made a song as monumental as Claudine. They were there and I was saying hello. A thrilling moment. So unexpected.

I must have been so nervous that I couldn’t remember Robert Scott’s first name. I could only remember the Scott part. We talked. We laughed. I told them how big of a fan I was. That I had uploaded to Youtube the “Too Much” video and how much I loved their songs, from Made Up in Blue to Block of Wood. But the conversation was also about Minisnap. I have really liked what I had heard from their new band on myspace. I haven’t got around getting the Bounce Around album yet. But I remember playing Crooked Mile at the highest volume possible at home making the windows shake. Somehow we were talking about releasing a Minisnap 7″ in the future. I was so honored just by talking about it, even if it didn’t happen. Just the idea of releasing these heroes of mine on plastic was too much of a dream!

Waking up didn’t seem like an option. Friday night I was back in Hamburg after a day in Berlin. I remember being happy, drunk, chanting and shouting Claudine as loud as I could. Stomping the dancefloor, while Jens and Marco were playing it on the decks at their Hit the North party. On my last night in the city, the Grüner Jäger club was pounding like Paul Kean’s bass. My heart was pounding too. And it was incredible.

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Minisnap – Whistler