Egersdörfer & Fast zu Fürth

Please never call me again

It can happen that you are called by this person. You are careless yourself and answer the call. You chat carefully as if you were serving twelve long-stemmed glasses of champagne while walking over three sleeping sheepdogs. Afterwards, this person claims that you said things that, God knows, you never even dreamed of saying. Now you can immediately call in the lawyer or throw a kitchen buffet out of the window. In the case of Fast zu Fürth, an emergency call goes out that only the authorized can hear. Shortly afterwards, these four men meet and create a song that gives the sorrow a melody and manages to put the terrible heartache into words. Tilo Heider beats an airy foundation with his drums on which the swinging minuet is built.

Lothar Gröschel pulls and tugs his accordion with an inwardly seething serenity. The high-born Robert Stephan blows and organizes a latticework of madness and lights a fire in the roof truss with fervour. And Egersdörfer stands on the chimney and sings and talks his way around the rest of the mind and where the power of the word ends he begins to dance like a tipsy squirrel. The listeners sit open-mouthed and marvel at how beautifully these four men shatter the grief of the world in their holy anger and flower-scented devotion. That is certainly true.

PS: Forget the old Deutsche Post advertising slogan that begs for heartfelt sympathy: "Give us a call!"


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