Long Time Ago …
A snapshot showing my father, Dr. Wolfgang Poeck, born in 1932, with his friends at P1 – see the imprint on the Christmas stockings. He is seated at the front, between the two ladies. Unfortunately, I don’t know the exact year, but I think it must have been between 1955 and 1960. My father passed away in March of this year at the age of 92 in Tegernsee.
– Corinna
It was a journey into the past for me when my sister took me to the exhibition on the history of P1 at the Haus der Kunst during my last visit to Munich. Growing up in Bogenhausen, I lived in Lehel with my then-boyfriend from 1977 to 1979. It was just a short bike ride to P1. In 1977, I started working there every Friday and Saturday from 11 pm to 4 am Manfred Neumayr was in charge of P1 at the time. The guests were less students and more affluent individuals who could afford both the drinks and the food on offer. There was an older gentleman working as a doorman, who politely ensured that no one disrupted the refined atmosphere. And that’s how it was – a pleasant, relaxed vibe with contemporary music. I worked there for two years and can’t recall any major incidents. Sometimes there were parties, and I remember the wonderful atmosphere at the summer parties on the terrace at the back! There were also carnival parties! Lively, yes, but in no way exaggerated. I enjoyed working there; it was fun, and the guests were generous with tips. As a student, it was a welcome extra income!
I took your brochure about the history of P1 with me. I didn’t experience it as carefree and glamorous as it sounds in the brochure. I moved away from Munich in 1979 and only heard about the changes through my brother, who attended the Luitpold Gymnasium with Michael Käfer. I haven’t visited P1 since then. My story isn’t exciting or dramatic, but for me, it remains a wonderful memory of two carefree years in the old Munich nightlife! I’ve been living in Hamburg for quite some time now.
– Eva-Maria
When I was a teenager, I was often a guest at P1. Even on the night when the later Princess Gloria danced on the table with her “Johnny” (Johannes von TT).
– Ulrike (58)
A long time ago… I once had an interesting chat with Uwe Ochsenknecht at the cloakroom, it was nice :)
– Steffi (45)
In the 80s/90s, I photographed a lot for the city magazine Prinz. Among other things, I created a report about the DJs in the city's clubs. According to the labels, the photos were taken in 1991 (they were developed during another assignment…). One series features DJ Georg (at the time the resident DJ at P1) in the DJ booth, with the club and dance floor in the background. The individual slides show the now-deceased DJ Lupo in the legendary DJ booth.
– Bernhard
25 years ago, I helped with the move from the old P1 to the new location, and some of the original interior furnishings didn’t end up in the container but were transported by me and stored. As a longtime P1 regular, I couldn’t allow such irretrievable destruction to happen ;-)
By the way, I still have the DJ booth.
– Max
One Minute of Fame !
About 20 years ago, I first visited P1 and would like to share a story that answers the eternal question: “How do you actually get into P1?” Well, there are many ways, but at the time, it was always a competition between me and my friend Fabi to see who could get in first, and of course, we both made sure the other could get in as well. Let me tell you just one way. I had heard that none other than Hugh Hefner was coming to P1 to celebrate his birthday. “Hugh Hefner's birthday party? I'm definitely going,” I said to my friend Fabi. “And how are you going to get in?” he asked. “Don't worry, I'll manage,” I replied. A few weeks later, I was indeed at P1 on Hugh Hefner's birthday party. Of course, not only did Fabi ask, “Hey, how did you manage that?” but many other friends and acquaintances did as well.
I told them I had a very simple plan. On the Monday before the party, I went to P1 for the first time. It was quiet that day, and I got in right away. I didn’t stay long because I had to work the next day. On Tuesday evening, I went again. It was a bit busier, but I got in without any issues. You can probably guess the rest of the story. I went again on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. By Thursday, someone had already asked me, “You're coming every day this week, aren't you?” Exactly, that was my plan. And on Saturday, one of the doormen recognized me and I quickly bypassed the line. Back then, the inside of P1 was still white, and Hugh Hefner had a section at the back that could be cordoned off for VIPs. Unfortunately, I didn't get a photo with Hugh, but I did get a proof shot of the founder of Playboy partying in P1’s VIP section.
– Ingo
In the late 90s, my friend Robert and I were at P1 on a Thursday evening. We always kept our bottles at the bar above the dance floor with Dirk and Daniel, as was common back then. We sat near the dance floor. Otherwise, the bar was surprisingly empty. Later, a few English-speaking people were seated next to me, I think about 3 or 4. Next to me was a slightly shorter man with a somewhat wrinkled face. Naturally, I didn’t recognize him, and for some reason, probably his accent, I thought he was Australian. Anyway, we kept chatting about everyday things like family or sports. He was also happy to smoke my cigarettes; once I had to go get more. The evening went by, it wasn’t very crowded, and the dance floor was empty, so I went down to dance once or twice. A little while later, my seat neighbor came down, and we started dancing hard. Despite his presumably much higher age, he was sweeping the floor with his moves. It was great fun, I think we were doing pogo. As far as I know, it didn’t cause much attention. After about three hours, it was time to leave. We said our quick goodbyes and wished each other all the best. Robert was in a good mood the whole evening and kindly explained to me at the end that my seat neighbor was Mick Jagger.
– Hermann
The lady is not a pastor's daughter, but the daughter of an ophthalmologist, Ulrike. The pastor's daughter is Christina Haack, who had a “liaison” with Mick Jagger in 1990.
– Michela
At the end of the 90s, my best friend and I were standing in front of the entrance to the legendary P1. Although we had somehow always managed to sneak in the last few years, we still felt like teenagers in the VIP area – which, to be honest, we were. It must have been during the Bauma time in Munich because the line was made up of an endless row of suit-wearing men, all trying to get in with more or less subtle promises: “We're a group that consumes a lot.” (So charming, so unsuccessful). Damir, the doorman, was clearly having fun. With a big grin, he called out to the crowd, “Alright, gentlemen, take one step back!” Then he put on a mischievous smile: “Now, let's do a card check!” My friend and I? Cards? Not a chance. We never had member cards – the VIP tickets to P1. A bartender named Mammad had once given me his business card, which occasionally worked, but it was more of a “hit or miss” thing. Sometimes we got in, other times the card was taken away, and we had to sulk our way home. We stepped aside, out of sight from the doormen, and held a war council. “Show me your wallet,” I suggested. He opened it, and there it was… an old, slightly worn-out Club Nintendo card. We looked at each other and burst out laughing. “Okay,” I said, “let's try this!” With desperate courage and a healthy dose of self-irony, we pushed past the suited gentlemen, walked straight up to Damir, and my friend held the Nintendo card up to his face. “You meant a card check, right? Here you go!” Damir took a quick look at the card, smiled appreciatively, and waved us through. “Have fun, guys! Have a great evening!” We felt like kings of the night, VIPs in Nintendo style. The other suit-wearing men had less luck: “No card? Try again on a weekday. Have a nice evening!” A triumph that went straight into our personal Hall of Fame.
– Maximilian
In pajamas for the Sunday brunch :)
– Hendrik (42)
Fortunately, my husband knew the doorman Nikki and the other one, whose name we don't know. We came from the “Football World Cup 2006 Public Viewing” with big backpacks, sleeping mats, and sweatpants, but were still allowed to go in through the VIP entrance. “1 minute of fame!” for us ♥
– Sabine (47)
Thank you P1!
My P1 story began in 1995, quite late at the age of 22. The “Stüberl” was my second home. Every Thursday, Friday, and Saturday – later also Mondays at Blub Club. My doorman was Less, who would always pull me out of the crowd and sometimes even lift me over the barricade. Damir knew everyone, and you always felt unique. Whether it was the summer party, carnival, or events, the Oanser was always creative. Sometimes we came in bathrobes with sunglasses, other times in catsuits with an Indian dot between our eyes – everything at P1 was always glamorous. Every weekend was filled with celebrities. A mozzarella tomato sandwich with Hugo at 2 am was always a delight. When the last guests left around 5 a.m. or later, we often stayed with the cool guys who worked the cloakroom and would continue on to the Nachtcafé for breakfast. You made my twenties special – thank you, P1.
– Jeanette
Met at P1 – a couple since the end of 1984 – still together – 4 kids (30, 27, 22, 18). Thanks for that!
– Andreas and Ulrike
Thanks to the then doorman, and still well-known Munich local, DAMIR FISTER, a good friend and former classmate, I even got into P1 wearing overalls 😅 It was such a great feeling, walking past the stylish girls in the endless line with my overalls, greeted with Damir’s charming “Servus” as he waved me through. I often think back to those times. I also met my husband in 1996 at P1. We’re still together 💃🏻💕🕺🏻
– Karin
Met the father of my daughter in 1997/8.
– Anonymous
March 31st, 1998. My 18th birthday at the P1-Stüberl. My family introduced me to the place. Thanks to Uncle Michael, Uncle Stefan. After that, I was a regular for 15 years. Kisses ♥
– Stefanie (54 – feels like 20 :))
We, Elisa and Jakob, met in 2007 at a wild Moto party. I was the tiger, and she was the gazelle. I was on the hunt, she was just looking for some freedom… 17 years later, we look back on the birth of our two children and our wonderful wedding. Thank you, P1! ♥
– Elisa and Jakob
We were spontaneously at a Porsche event, and that evening I met my best friends from Munich. It was fun and funny!
– Vanessa (21)
I got to kiss the same beautiful man two years in a row at Oktoberfest! Thanks, P1 ♥
– Sophie (28)
Here's to the next 40 years!
Servus! With this photo, we contribute a piece of P1 history, here’s to many more decades. Warm greetings from Hamburg to beautiful Munich.
– Nathalie
My first club experience in Munich was the Wiesn afterparty at Einser. Great people, wonderful experience. Looking forward to doing it again this year.
– Leonard (19)
I’ve been to P1 twice, thanks to a meeting in Ibiza. He was a regular at the club, which made it possible for me to get in. It’s been a while, during the renovation in 2002 and again in 2003 in its new shine. Great atmosphere, superb vibes, interesting encounters, beautiful memories. Here’s to the next 40 years!
– Erich (60)
For many years, P1 was first my place of longing, and then my second living room. When Dirk would wave me through the crowd of waiting people, I felt chosen. I, the veterinary medicine student, who wasn’t rich or famous. In the middle of the night, I would even bike through the Englischer Garten in freezing cold and quickly swap my winter clothes for a P1-appropriate outfit. No matter what, I would have pedaled through the Antarctic to be here. I loved the style and the music. Of course, I couldn’t afford the drinks, but usually someone was around who loved to dance and party as much as I did and had more money. A few years ago, I was back there. My daughter was invited to a private party and dragged me along. When I saw her dancing with the same enthusiasm I had back then, I was both nostalgic and happy. Now, the new P1 generation is partying in a club that is still as stylish and cool as ever. P1 forever!
– Uschi