Howdy, and
this for the third, when not even fourth time on this website what's up
to our Berlin Cowboys. Jesus, the Colts are smoking and the Lasso is
swinging, when Lucky Luke and his Dalton Brothers come across Munich.
And I assume, that's not only the case for our Bavarian Monument Valley.
Curiously in the beginning of their carriere, some experts, and also
myself believed, that the whole concept was pretty good, but would
rather quickly loose it's flavour of the month. Wrong! Because with each
new album and every new tour the popularity has increased. So I remember
very well, when the band played Munich a few years ago in the rather
small Backstage Halle in front of 400 fans. This was followed by a show
at the Zenith and then one gig at the annual tollwood Festival, drawing
a mere of 2.000 and more Cowgirls and Boys. And this again seems to
animate the spirit of Billy The Kid even more for further
adventures, always the usual way, but this time with some unusual
sideeffects.
Our Ponderosa Ranch named Circus Krone is almost sold out. And some Big
City Buffalo Bill has taken his Stetson out of his cupboard to make
quite an impression tonight. And of course to exchange himself with many
other soulmates.
But very soon it is
obvious, that this here is not a normal BossHoss show, and our Butch
Cassidys are accompanied by many Men in Black, better described as an
orchestra. And that's my dear friends of the sophisticated Western myth
doesn't match the fist of little Eagle Eye. But as we say so contrasts
are usually drawn to each other. So what, Karl May had Winnetou
travelling to the Orient and Kara Ben Nemsi Efendi was none other than
Old Shatterhand himself.
So let’s get rolling on
for a happy Washboard jodeling, which is mixed with bombastic Saxophon
and trumpet sounds and some other classical instruments and including
some antique furniture on Stage. The result of this battle on Little Big
Horn is neither bloody nor cruel, but therefore very rich of contrasts.
Although I can't really become friends with the cocktail of both musical
ingedients. Or let's put it that way, I never liked the
combination of rockbands feat. classical musicians. Which doesn't mean,
that I don't like hearing a good symphony concert feat. Beethoven's
Eroica.But when up there on stage the Rolling Stones or AC/DC are
rocking, - then the whole assortment of fiddles, Cellos, and whatsoever
can drown in the indian ocean for me. But well, the strategy - Jesse
James meets Enrico Caruso does seem to go well down at the people of
Dawson - Munich - City. And that's the golden Nugget on the peak, ain't
it?! Oh before I forget, the Men in Black rather go for the names
„Fabulous Babelsberg G-Strings und die Tijuana Wonder Brass“, which
means, this is not only one, but two orchestras up there helping our
imaginary farmer boys. And I can't deny, that some of the BossHoss songs
do sound more voluminous and extroverted with their help.
Apart from all that,
the Daltons didn't change their High Voltage strategy in generell.This
starts with the usual barstools and ends with the very handy Thanx
guitar of Hoss, which he just as to turn round to response to the
audiance, withouth having to move his chewing gum from one wisdom tooth
to the other. Cowboys rather tend to speak by acting and not speaking
anyway. (look at Charles Bronson in Once upon... etc etc.. or Clint
Eastwood in all these Spaghetti western movies)
A quick word to the Setlist, so that you know what the Kartell has
twittered,
whereby the running order could be a bit mixed up.
Setlist: Polk Salad
Annie,
Remedy,
Rodeo Radio,
Monkey Business,
Rodeo Queen,
Have Love Will Travel,
Gay Bar,
Break Free,
Last Day,
High,
Early Morning Rain,
Drowned In Lake Daniels,
Sugarman,
This Corrosion,
Go! Go!
Go!,
Mary Marry Me,
Stallion Battalion
Zugabe 1: Shake & Shout,
Jesus Built My Hotrod Zugabe 2: Close,
I Say A Little Prayer
Inbetween the band gets some attractive Cowgirls up in the saddle for
some choir rendevouz to give the whole rodeo a pretty sight. a little
later Boss takes his saddle riding throughout the audiance with his huge
megaphon like Crazy Horse through the desserts of the Circus arena.
Yeesss, this goes down as well as the icecold beer and red french wine
up there on stage into Zorro's throat. And the harmonica does an
apocalyptic rain dance against the Tijuana Wonder Brass trumpet. Two
hours and a little bit, the battle is lasting with an equal result. Both
parties are totally satisfied, and everyone's feet are smoking like the
volcano on Iceland. Little Joe says thank you for a very last time, but
without his six strings and chewing gum. And the Ponderosa is still
situated on Lake tahoe, or better on the Hackerbridge in Munich. There
is only one thing, what makes me wonder again and again. Why is it
always Boss, beeing the ultimate and favorite sex object by all saloon
girls? Sa... oh sorry, Hoss has got at least the same portion of sex
appeal, at least as much as Wyatt Earp after a fresh cell theraphy.
Howdy, Sitting Bull's little sister has spoken and is about to leave the
place, to return to the homely tipi. Good Night!