Stephan Zinner has the blues. Which does not mean that he is downhearted, no, quite the opposite. With the energy inherent to the blues, he goes on a journey to the roots of the blues. And these roots do not lie exclusively in the Mississippi Delta in the south of the USA, as many people think, no, they also lie in Trostberg in Upper Bavaria. Of course, there are no cotton fields there, but corn fields, and you don't meet the devil at the crossroads, but in the savings bank on the corner, they don't drink bourbon, but Rüscherl, but the women there also drive you to despair, the work is hard, the rich are rich, the poor are poor and only music can save you. So, Zinner picks up the guitar and, with the support of a true devil of a man called Peter Pichler, will howl the blues, preach the gospel and dance so hard that Satan will be dizzy. Praise the Lord and rock on!
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