Martin Frank - Wahrscheinlich liegt's an mir

In the organizer's words:

You want to know what my new cabaret program is about? I have to disappoint you. I can't tell you today what kind of act I'll be performing tomorrow. Maybe today I'll make fun of milk alternatives and tomorrow I'll be diagnosed with lactose intolerance. Maybe today I'll make fun of gender stereotyping and tomorrow I'll feel like a hydrangea in an orchid's body. Maybe today I'll stick myself on the highway in public and tomorrow I'll go on a private cruise through the Mediterranean with my mom.
Speaking of cruises, I've now reached my thirties and still don't know where I'm going. I should probably be woke. Instead, I first have to google how to spell it. All these fanatical do-gooders annoy me just as much as they don't give a shit about anything.
As you can see, it doesn't get really specific. If you still don't want to buy a cat in a blanket, I understand. Perhaps it will help if I tell you what you can't expect from this program. I won't be singing Michael Wendler's latest hit. I won't be frying scrambled eggs on stage. I'm not going to ask for your cell phone number. The only question that really interests me at the moment is: does Mozart even know about the bullets?
Oh, but I should issue a trigger warning just in case. Because something in this program is sure to hurt feelings. Be it my absurd observations from everyday life, rendered in my country-rustic style, or the one Italian aria that will remind you of your forceps birth.
By the way, I think cabaret and comedy is more like a choice of person. Either you like me and we have a nice evening together or you don't like me and send me your mother-in-law. Whichever way you look at it: It's probably me!