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29. 3. 2004 Munich
Leni Stern
Leni
Stern - yes,
we heard this name before, somewhere, somehow. Yes, okay, within the
Jazzcircles it's no question, who this artist really is. But for the
average music consumer, the name ist still not that familiar. Mike
Stern, oh yes,
he is rather known as a brilliant jazz guitarist. Got me now? Yes, Leni
Stern is Mike's wife, - born in Munich, but thanks to Mike living in Big
Apple for ages. But the last thing she wants, is to live from Mikes name.
And honestly, she doesn't need to. Leni has got her own name during many
years of musical presence. Not only a first class musician, but also a
perfect performer with a lot of charme and charisma. One guitar and a
big bass is enough to get the vibe flowing. Her music is sensitive,
impressing and overwhelming. She understands to combine sentimental
melodies with a jazz coat. Absolute highpoint is the song "Icecold
Water". A
piece you don't forget that easely, once you heard it. Her backcatalogue
includes 7-8 Cd's already, and everything she still needs is the well
deserved attention of the public. Hey Leni, next time, you come to our
hometown, I wanna see you at least in a 500 seater.... |
26. 3. 2004 Munich
Monster Magnet
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Finally,
I got it... Twice i missed out on this band already due to holydays or
whatsoever. But this time I'm here and there....even my hangover from the
night before ain't very comfortable. It's showtime Boys! - But to mention
one thing first. - Dave Wyndorf is Monster Magnet, and Monster Magnet are
Dave Wyndorf. Everybody else in the band is more or less necessary
equipment. Sorry boys, but that's a fact. Aged 45 and not even 5.2
feet tall this little dwarf is an actually an oldie in the business and he
follows his perfect recepie. he combines traditionell hardrock with punk
and gives it a modern touch. The calculation goes off. Dave has already
privileged himself with songs like "Power Trip". And with a
maximum of body encouragement he#s celebrating his success strategy, -
hard, no compromise and insane. he screams, he crawls on the floor,
Quasimodo from Notredame is just missing the backpack nothing else.
But the surprising fact is, that this man has got such a sexual aura and
charisma, that he could stay up there all alone on stage, and we fans
would still get the impression not to miss out on anything. He fills the
stage, blows our minds off and cleans the floor. he beats a record by
beeing the rock frontman with the most ground contact during a set. The
question is, - does Dave just wanna hide his height by performing down
under, or does he simply feel better on the bottom. God damn, the guy
knows exactly to get all womens attention thanx to his sexual flair and
metamorphosis aura. Good heaven, Brad Pitt go to sleep, you are nothing
against Mr. Monster Magnet. And I bet every pants of mine, this marquee
the sade knows this very well. |
25. 3. 2004 Innsbruck/Austria
Habib Koite
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the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lions sleeps...... no, not quite, but
therefore in Innsbruck at the Treibhaus, not sleeping but with an african
timbre. Habib Koite - Superstar is presenting himself and his band
not for the first time over here. though I doubt it, that anybody down
there in his homecountry Mali actually knows him that well. Because
according to Habib, he is spending 3 quarter of the year outside Mali
anyway. At least he's trying to get the african cultural vibe over to the
rest of the world by offering strange exotic sounds or even more exotic
instruments. Don't ask me what these are called, - Zulu, jungle-drums
meets ebony castreted longleg-congohorn. No, seriously, they are called -
N'Goni, Balofon and Kora. Or is it those brownish suits with the funny
patterns, which doesn't really fit to the golden Rolex watch of the bass
playing black giant. But we don't wanna advert any swiss quality products
here, but rather describe a senegal cultural heritage. Okay, it's from
Mali. I mean, quite a few years ago, the Senegal went unfaithful and
placed itself on the westcoast of Africe and left Mali somewhere inbetween.
But despite all this violent reign of terror in this country, the music of
the Sudan-blackies is everything else than aggressiv. It's flowin' like
sand down a dune in the sahara desert, changing it's shape again and again
and finally get back into the polposition. Only sometimes, the sandstorm
shoots beyond it's goal, thanx to a so called finger- or mouth drum,
which is tortured this little desertflee, as if he's dancing around
a cannibal -cookingpan. Cheers! - |