are more than two hundred yards from the Brunswick Nexus bikes already tight. urged Frankfurt along the road. On the ramp in front of the club, people like crushed grapes wait - Admission only by appointment. Also inside the bar and in the room with the stage, it is packed. It is expected the presence of Gisbert zu Knyphausen, new star on cloud cover of the German singer.
Before the Baron - full name: Wilhelm Enno Gisbert Freiherr zu Innhausen and Knyphausen - itself can cause, he sends his buddy Moritz Kraemer, in his capacity of young songwriter from Berlin before. Kramer, with mushroom haircut and skinny shape, holds his head while singing so crooked that it fears he could roll his shoulder every moment of the, belongs more to the gentle representatives of his profession. His songs are lost in the general murmur and beer fumes. It is not surprising that a play written especially for him the title "Night of the Nerds" (Loosely translated: The Night of the Nerds ") is established. But once he raises his voice is amazing to hear, "He got drunk for two weeks from dirty puddles remained motionless, without being protected from cats," sings Kramer. Seems to have guts into the bone, the boy.
However, Knypphausen is a whole different caliber. A reasonably spent the 31-year-old face is convincing the passionate artists from impoverished nobility: "I'm horny and wants zuseh'n war, as the store exploded," he says, while his band playing music in quite heavy pounding psychedelic rock falls. As the fog pretty blonde indie girl's fashion-thick horn spectacles.
"A successful career in the music business is that ere not mine," he puts in the next song, as it was then the worship of something unpleasant. He knows it can quickly be over, with all the glory: "The life you a skin clean. And did you drink and laugh and shit and it's over. "
How to reinsurance Knypphausen the finiteness of being in the band's always in mind. Frenzy clock - to 1984 guitarist in the band Hildesheimer 110 - on the bass, you can see his 53-years of not. "What is playing with only an old man," asks the neighbor slightly piqued.
the Baron fight externals not. He is the truly important things in life on track, "Will the whole nonsense 'I will never understand. There's only inhalation and going forward, "he advises in the song summer. Only in what direction should the disoriented youth, enthusiastic in schweißgesäuerten venues, business depends on his lips?
"And all I have left then is: A bit of togetherness as a pastime. The little bit of heartache, the little bit of heartache but does not hurt at all. "This sounds difficult after the recipes of the 68s. Only the boundless hedonism with its permanent're not happy now. The artist remains in vagueness "I am a friend of stereotypes, and Elbe ferries, and I like you very, very much." But he can not drive up hope. "By the Port we blow. Two sheets of recycled paper. Yes, we will fill again. With all the beautiful colors. "
The crowd is thrilled. Maybe she was looking for just entertainment instead of truths. Truth was, at least offered.
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