Fritz Eckenga "Hirnschmelze" Köln-Premiere

Fritz Eckenga went into himself to look for a new program. He found what he was looking for, but he had to give it an honest name: HIRNSCHMELZE.
The enormous consumption of reality was barely manageable. His head was buzzing. Somewhere between the frontal lobe and the brain stem, too much moldy content had accumulated. The slouch looked like Elon Musk's visitor's crack. Neglect was imminent. What to do? Funny times? Bad situation? Depressing news? Pictures horrible? Yes, yes, you could say that. On the one hand. On the other hand, it is always said that >laughter is the best medicineTumor is when you laugh anyway.< The oncologist had better not tell his chemo patient to brighten his mood. Wrong direction. But it goes the other way.
Eckenga rhymes "Son of God" with "smear infection" and "pandemic" with "Eucharist". Whether it's just about the behavior of fellow human beings in the supermarket or the world cultural heritage of the heat pump - Fritz Eckenga finds clear words for the big and small problems, rhymed or unrhymed, but in any case satirically packaged - from slightly ironic to cautiously cynical.