Nessi Tausendschön & William Mackenzie (Gitarre) - Rumeiern

In the organizer's words:

Mrs. Tausendschön had actually settled down nicely in her lethargy and had planned to doze off towards retirement with her little corona dog, her shrunken brain and her advanced obesity due to excessive pleasure cooking and bread baking. But it wasn't possible, because the delicious fountain of creativity was still flowing. Not as unconditionally and impetuously as usual, but in such a way that the artist's soul, torn apart by irrelevance, can bathe in satisfaction and joy.

What has humanity been doing for more than a year? The politicians, the amateur virologists, the cashiers, the footballers? They've all been fussing about so much it's a kind of joke. And Nessi Tausendschön has joined in. She's even perfected the art of fiddling around, no one does it as beautifully and stage-ready as she does. Her topics include traffic islands, our language, equal rights, the planting of front gardens and tiresome politics.

It is obvious how vulnerable we are and how much we depend on each other and how much we are shaken by our own shortcomings. It is said that the greatest crises often give rise to the most creative ideas. And so Mrs. Tausendschön has been sitting in the garden for two summers waiting for inspiration. A cactus blossom is so beautiful and beguiling because it was barren for a year beforehand.

And if you're sitting there at the end of the evening asking yourself: what was it all about? Perhaps this can be explained at this point, because Ms. Tausendschön can't. In the end, it's all about the oil, as every hairdresser, erh, deep fryer knows. What is certain is that you will say to yourself: Mrs. Tausendschön has made a dull evening green for me when I could have stayed at home. And if you still don't know what to expect: it will be funny. Maybe melancholy too. Just a good time.