So that no victory of the Spaniards disturbs, better that you listen to non-instrumental songs with only words.......
... and that was exactly the motto of the 148th Folk Club in
Bonn, "a cappella". Yes, the date coincided with the quarter-finals of the European
Championships, but the hall was nevertheless well filled. Soccer fans are
usually also a capella fans (because they usually can't bring any instruments
with them for fan songs in the stands - except perhaps tröööööten), but on this
evening they were sitting in the next room in front of the TV, and the music
was playing in the Folk Club. And how.....!!!
As always, our Master of Ceremony John Harrison kicked
things off with The Joy Of “Marston's Pedigree”, a tribute to his favorite beer
and, of course, the pub where it was served. Unusually, but in keeping with the
situation, John handed over the singing baton to the group Vocalisa after this
song - but not without announcing that he would be back on stage again. And
Vocalisa really got going. It's amazing what can be done with voices alone. How
different pitches, how different harmonic multiphonics of sung tones, or even
deliberately disharmoniously inserted intervals, fit together to form a
coherent whole, that is great art - both from the arranger and the performers.
And Vocalisa did their job more than just well - so well that the audience
already saw a highlight in the quasi first act of the evening and frenetically
demanded an encore. This was gladly granted with the song “Tomorrow Is Another
Day”. This encore was worked towards with the songs “Can You Feel The Love
Tonight”, “My Friend The Beautiful Benjamin” and the classic “Moon River”,
which is well known to everyone.
Now John had a hard time absorbing the enthusiasm of the
audience and feeding it further, but, what else would we have expected, he
managed it. With the a capella poem “If”, which describes the good advice of a
father to his son, he brought the audience back from the heavenly spheres of
melody to the reality of real life. Lively in melody but sad in lyrics, the
show continued with the Irish tune “Molly Malone”, the woman who sold mussels
(“cockles” are cockles, and “mussels” are mussels) in Dublin until, after her
death, she only went about as a positive spirit with her fish stall. And John would later return in the company of
other musicians - but more about that later.
Dieter Müller & Gaby Steinhaus announced themselves as
“We're here for the first time today and, despite the theme, we've brought our
guitars with us a capella”. I should mention that this wasn't a bad thing at
all, because the two of them let off a firework display of well-interpreted
music. It started with the Beatles. “Eight Days Week” encouraged people to sing
along, and ‘She's Always A Woman’ was also familiar enough for many to act as a
backing choir. They said goodbye with “You've Got A Friend”, but not without
promising to come back often. I thought it was great to hear new
interpretations of the songs and not just the attempt to sing covers as
faithfully as possible.
Another women's choir by the name of Goldrush now took to the stage - their a
capella was supported a little instrumentally, with the initiator of the choir Michael Barfuß sitting down at the piano and Igor Lazarev on guitar and
Christian Kussmann on double bass giving the singing additional momentum. The
choir enchanted the audience with the songs “April Come She Will”, “Old Man”
and “Crab Bucket” - and if it wasn't a day of penalties, it was apparently the
day of encores, because the Michael Barefoot Choir was also forced to do the
same, which it gladly granted with the song “After The Gold Rush”.
Gert Müller, the keeper of the Bönnschen dialect, then
presented the audience with two poems, which unfortunately had to be offered in
memory of his recently deceased friend Ferdinand Böhm. “Das Eselsohr” is a
lesson on the historical origins of the folded book page, while ‘Isch mööchens
wieder Bönnsch verzelle’ simply expressed the longing for the preservation of
dialects. As always, when Gert recites his poems, it was a cheerful time that
made you forget all your worries - and on this evening, with this name (albeit
spelled differently), a home game anyway :-)
Wolfgang Schriefer is not only an excellent musician, but
also a good writer of poetry and, like most artistically creative people, also
a critical zeitgeist. After hearing a report about politicians' cars, he
immediately thought of Janis Joplin's socially critical song and came up with
his own version of “Mercedes Benz” in Cologne dialect.
Before the upcoming full floor spot, Kai Hofstetter
performed another walk-in on football night. And even though it wasn't written
for this occasion, the title “Reibach” was a perfect fit for the European
Championship spectacle - or in other words - the EM billion-dollar business. As
a bluesman from the Rhine-Main delta, Kai also interprets the song in
traditional (Franconian) dialect - and does it very well.
Now, as announced, John Harrison once again - this time with
the support of Detlef Stachetzki. Both performed the song (or is it actually a
one-act play) of the “Hippopotamus”, the animal which, as a herbivore, has
nevertheless killed more people every year than any decent lion. After all, it
emerges from its beloved mud with elemental force and quite a huff when humans
disturb it.
Now your chronicler, was allowed to climb the stage again to
perform a tongue twister song with John: “Shoeshine Suzie” doesn't really
describe anything, but it does so in a tongue-twisting way. We got through it
:-). We didn't continue with an a capella song, but with the consequences of
roaring a capella fan songs in combination with excessive beer consumption -
the next morning you can sing the “Bad Breath Blues”. Back to the days of the
wandering journeyman, when a capella was still part and parcel of pub music.
Mario Dompke ended his performance with “Mit Lustig, Lustig”.
And then Wolfgang Schriefer and John Harrison were back to
join the audience once again for the original “Mercedes Benz”.
With Anke and Jörg Bohnsack, old acquaintances and
representatives of the North German dialect took to the stage. This time, in
keeping with the theme, without instruments, but as usual agile, rhythmic and
full of life. However, in the very first song they sang what can result from a
false zest for life. “Lütt Matten de Haas” wanted to learn to dance and found
the wrong teacher in the fox - the result: he was eaten. When the two of them
are already eating, they do it on a grand scale. However, “Den Herrn Pastor
sien Kauh” was too much for just one, which is why the song tells of the
division of the cow in the village. The Hamburg anthem was of course a must for
the two of them, and so they ended their performance with the “Tüddelband”.
Yes, and although it was hard to wait after these great
performances, there was another highlight at the end of the evening. The Wash
Queens make a capella music in its purest form. From “simple” polyphonic
singing to pure barber store music, they have a lot in their program.And so we
were able to experience their goosebump-inducing interpretations of “Mister
Sandman”, “You've Got A Friend In Me” (watch out for the “In Me”, because it's
a different song to the one we first expected:-) ) and “Sweet Dreams”.The
spontaneous creativity of the group should not go unmentioned, because the
first thing that awaited us was a short, spontaneously created poem about the
current situation - called “EM Gedicht” (EM poem) in short. All in all, this
was also such a good performance that the appreciative, experienced and often
spoiled audience enthusiastically demanded an encore.And, as I expected, this
was also granted with the song “Lass mich dein Badewasser schlürfen” (Let me
sip your bathwater) in a gendered form that brought out all the clichés.Simply
great.
And while we're on the subject of highlights - I hardly need
to describe the last highlight - the artists and audience once again gave their
all in paying homage to FCB patron “Jock Stewart”.
With this in mind, see you next time in August - oh no, it's
the vacations - on September 6.
Out of the bedroom, into the Folk Club
Yours
Mario