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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!

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